Friday, November 03, 2006


Thankfully the day has ended on a more positive note;

  1. So many good wishes and cards from relatives

  2. Our neighbour Sue brought us such lovely flowers

  3. At 4.55 the hospice nurse phone. It seems the Doctor did speak to her on Thursday and made some suggestions. Unfortunately the doctor did not follow it through but the hospice nurse is going to pop in Monday afternoon and let me know what she feels could help Mick

  4. Mick thoroughly enjoyed AND managed to eat with hardly any choking the lovely chilli that Chris had made

Our anniversary sunrise

Our anniversary sunset

3 visitors have commented:

Elsie said...

I am glad that this anniversary started in such a happy way and also turned it so nice for you and Mick after all. Beautiful as the photos.

Congratulations on this special day
and say hi to Mick.

Thanks also for your idea to "book" my blog. I have been thinking about it for a while now.

Stay well


Craig Walsh said...

I'm glad you had a happy anniversary. I loved the photos: what a great gift.

Mile Stones said...

Dear Ruth & Dear Mick, You found me just before & as usual with a new visitor, I rushed over to your place to check you out in return. It isn't often I'm lost for words, but if I am now, the reasons are actually to be found in my oen blog, from mid-August to early September, when I finally went public on what I was doing in this small Portuguese town 18 miles upriver from Lisbon. I had moved here from Lisbon in May. The responses speak for themselves.
This is not my story, it is about the two of you & your family and I am so deeply moved by so much that you've written that words almost seem unnecessary. I was born in London, grew up there, but was looking for the way out from the time I learned to read. And that has been a lot of my life. I've been here over 10 years, married to a Portuguese since 1978, but we have actually been separated for getting on for 9 years. I came to be near her & my because she has always remained my best friend and because they needed me and any help I could provide. I live alone though. I have known tragedy all my life, seen a lot of suffering and nothing puts meoff or frightens me. But I recognise so much in what you write & describe, particularly in England during 6 & a half years of caring for my darling mother when she became a totally dependent shadow of herself after her first stroke.
Ruth, believe me, knowing and feeling what I do,m i don't wan't to say anything that you might construe as patronising. You have to know only that I have been there and I KNOW just how courageous you are. And why. And that'invisibility'. At least no neighbours, frinds, acquaintances would behave like that in the streets here, pretending because they don't want to see Mick as he is, pretending that they'd prefer to 'remember him as he was' - and it IS pretending, denying - because they are terrified it could happen to them. And never a thought of what they are denying him by behaving in such an atrocious way.
I am happy you somehow found the time to visit me and if it gives you even the briefest pleasure, or respite, then please xome whenever you can or want. I know that I have a responsibility to my wonderful blog-community. Please feel part of it. ME, I feel that I NEED to visit yours. Thank you and with all my heart, I wish you strength, or as we say here, FORÇA!
I guess you see it in black & white, like I did this summer. and that you know what it is to win a small victory. That isn't about getting false hopes up; it is being able to feel your morale raised because of some small, but hugely significant event in your favour, so that you can say to the beast that Mick is fighting: "Yeas!! Take that! You are NOT going to have it all your own way!".
Bless you both, until soon. StewartXXX