Saturday, August 30

Busy Week...

 3 doctor appointments this week. Overwhelming is a word being used frequently. Yesterday was the cardiologist appointment in Ames, IA.  He has returned to AFIB. Nothing has changed, really, that we can see. Basically, it means he will be tired. He is already tired, so it must mean more tired. (Tuesday)

He has elevated liver enzymes, and he has been to see a gastroenterologist to see what that is all about. (Wednesday)

Oddly enough, Butch being in AFIB is not as much of an issue as I thought it would be. It is staying at a manageable rate so far. Hopefully, it will stay steady and low. He is getting home health care, and they are monitoring him, setting goals, and helping him regain strength. He has finally registered the same weight, 147, two days in a row. He started at 180 a year ago.

At this moment, he is on his computer in his "hidey hole". He will stay there until he gets to dozing off too often and then he will come into the living room, where he will doze off in his chair.

The truth be told, I am mentally and physically exhausted. I have continued to get my walk in most mornings. And I, too, take multiple naps. Friends and family have gathered around, and I am very grateful for all the help they have given.

So that is an update. Truthfully, the update is most likely at the bottom of my todo list. I will continue to do the best I can.

Colleen and I are on the biketrail. We walk 2 miles every (most) morning.


The new handrails for the breezeway entrance. They work very well!


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Sunday, August 24

Where we are...

 Butch-His legs feel like jello-he uses a walker- he has made a truce with the CPAP, and it works most nights. He would like to fling a couple of things at the wall: his phone and the CPAP.

He has a housebound diagnosis, so we have people who come in to help with showers, taking BPs, and monitoring his weight and other vitals. They are showing him ways to function safely. And running him through exercises to improve his muscle strength. This is new for us, and we are going into week two with these changes.

He hasn't been playing pool or golf. Getting to both places to do so is not easy and would drain too much of his precious energy.

Jason lives closest to us (30 miles) and has been helping us cope with all this. Gary lives in Missouri and has been coming up when he can. Rich lives in Georgia and is trying to adjust to his own life changes. We know he would if he could. Our daughter-in-laws have been helpful as well. In addition to lending us their guys, they have let their spouses come frequently, while letting their home chores slack a bit. Our boys chose well for their life partners.

Keri and Leo, our other family that is close, have bent over backward to help while juggling their own busy lives. We appreciate all of them!

We have two doctor appointments coming next week. Primary doctor on Tuesday, who is local, and an appointment with his heart doctor in Ames, which is a 40-mile trip one way. It will be good to get them off the calendar.

I am asked often how he is doing, and if you can keep up with the blog (brooker3.blogspot.com), it will help me. The busier I get, the farther I get behind. Texting is the best way to communicate with both of us, but remember how Butch feels about his phone! You don't want to get flung!

Tuesday, August 19

So Far-So Good

 We are currently in a state of flux. Numerous doctor appointments and not knowing where we stand most of the time. We have been told that a complete recovery is unlikely, which means we are living on a day-by-day basis. In reality, we should all live that way; however, it doesn't seem to happen until forced. So we are living in the moment; sometimes those moments are good and sometimes not.

Addressing the problem directly, Butch's heart is giving out. We didn't know he had heart issues until last February, when we went to ER early in the morning because he was coughing a lot and bringing up lots of phlegm. We thought it was a cold/allergies situation. He ended up in the hospital for a week and a stent in his heart. He recovered quite nicely...we thought.

The one ongoing big red flag throughout is losing weight without trying. We knew he was losing weight; what we didn't know was the reason why. A doctor explained it to us quite clearly recently. Food is the energy that keeps everything working, and when your heart, the main engine keeping you alive, is not getting what it needs to work, it will take all it can from wherever it can. As we age, it gets more difficult to keep it all working. If you are losing weight and not trying, do something about it! Butch had been losing weight for over a year. We did not take it seriously enough.

I do not know how much knowing all this from the get-go would have helped, but still, I wish we had known.

Currently, his heart is working at 25 percent. He has no energy. His legs feel like jello. He has fallen numerous times. He has had two cardioversions, shocking the heart. They have both worked for a time. The doctor says that after 80, it is very unlikely that it will continue to work. He currently gets around with a walker. Everything is difficult.

At this minute, he is taking numerous meds for the morning, and he will repeat the process at night. Like I said, we are living in the moment, and the future will just have to wait.

We are blessed with many friends and family, and they are all coming to the rescue. We appreciate them beyond words! 

Saturday, August 16

Last-Ditch effort

 The last-ditch effort is working. His heart is in rhythm so far and staying steady. He will be coming home today. As long as his heart stays in rhythm he will be okay. We hope it is a good long time from now.

Friday, August 15

The Most Difficult...

 This is the most difficult blog entry I will ever have to write. Butch is not going to recover. In the last year, Butch has lost a lot of weight. The amount lost now stands at 36lb. We didn't understand how or why this was happening, but we know now. Butch is currently in Mary Greeley Hospital in Ames, Iowa. He will be released today. Released to what and where is not yet defined.

While in Texas last February, I took Butch to the ER. We found out he was in AFIB and had a heart issue. This much is old news. When the heart has a hard time functioning, it requires more energy and takes it away from other areas. So the food energy you eat is going to your heart, and taking it from your other organs. Weight loss results. If he were younger, some procedures could help this condition. The older you get, the less they can do. Butch is 84 and has enjoyed a long and active life. Today, he will be getting another shock to his heart. They do not expect long-term results from it because of his age. It is a last-ditch effort.

And then he will get released to come home. This part is very fuzzy right now because I am old, too, and not all that strong. Butch has nearly fallen 3 times in the last week. Two of those times were while in a hospital. 

I post this to the blog in order to reach the most people we know all at once. I will post more when I know more and have the time.

Wednesday, August 6

Catch up

 Butch is still on a slow boat to health.  At least he is on board. Being 84 in real-time and somewhere around 50 in your head can be frustrating. If we take baby steps in the right direction, we will eventually reach our goal of having suitable health for our lifestyle.

Yesterday, a lifelong friend of mine passed away. I have mentioned Mickey on this blog in the past. We have known each other since 3rd grade, and our lives have intertwined ever since. She found out she had cancer about 4 years ago and has been in a fight for her life ever since. A couple of years were not too bad for her, but the past two have been challenging. She was placed in hospice in January and a care facility in May. I tried to visit her frequently, trying to make her days shorter. She assured me it worked. Due to her nature, she hung on dearly till the end. I will miss her, of course.

There were four of us who ran around together in our teen years: Mickey, Jean, Valeta, and me. I once again am the last one standing. In my 82 years, I have learned to roll with the punches. It may be a blessing. Sometimes I do wonder.

Jean, Barb and Mickey

 
Mickey and Butch at the lake




Thursday, July 31

A Tumble

When the kids were here, Butch fell in the breezeway. His heel caught on the step, and down he went! Fortunately, it was not a major event. A few scrapings of his thin skin were the worst of it. The subject of falls in general was the topic of the day. I had been wanting good, solid handrails for the breezeway for quite some time. Jason and Butch installed them yesterday. They were our 66th anniversary gift. Appropriate!


I was asked about the definition of a breezeway. The inquirer had never encountered the word before. It is a pretty word!

Breezeway--a roofed outdoor passage, as between a house and a garage.

Today the tumbler is going to the golf course. Not to play! He will ride in the cart with Jason and maybe putt some. He has been waiting quite a while to feel good enough to just ride!

He had another good night with his CPAP. I trust that they will eventually become best friends.

Wednesday, July 30

Progress

Things are moving right along and in the proper direction. After the heart shock for Butch, progress is not as fast as he wants, but very tangible. He is not pushing things ahead of when he should. My guess is it took approximately 75 years for that to be true. Who says an old dog cannot learn new tricks? 

Last night was a good night with the CPAP. That is still rare, but he is getting better with it.

Yesterday we went to Ames (40 miles) so he could get his scheduled cortisone shots in his titanium leg (right one) and his bum knee (left one). He drove to Boone, where son Jason took over, so it didn't get to be too much for Butch. After the shots, Jason drove us to Costco, then back to Ames, where we enjoyed lunch at Hickory Park, a favorite eating place for all of us. Jason drove back to Boone, where we dropped him off, and then Butch finished up by driving back to Jefferson. We took the scenic route, which we have not been able to do for a long time. The whole idea was not to wear Butch out too much while still letting him drive, and that was indeed successful.

We both think everything will fall into place, so we can return to South Texas around the same time we usually do in late October. For a while there, it was uncertain.

Our friend Colleen is staying with us, using Gary and Susan's RV as a hotel, so to speak. She used to stay in ours before we sold it, so it has been a long time since she has been here. Many of our friends might remember Colleen as the author of articles in the https://greenecountynewsonline.com/2025/07/30/a-very-short-column/. She is still writing, and we are still enjoying her articles.

Our anniversary came and went on the 25th of July. This is our 66th year together as a married couple. The age-old question comes up as to how that is possible, and my answer is that we didn't ever want a divorce at the same time. My other answer is "One day at a time."  It could also be that we are both quite stubborn. All of that is true.

Till next time!


Thursday, July 24

He has been fixed...

 It didn't take long, and it all went well. The shock treatment took just a few minutes, and they only needed to do it once...so far. The staff was happy with the results so without having anything to compare it with, so are we.

Gary and Susan took us over and back, and we are thankfully grateful.  Will have more to report after we have the test of time.

Wednesday, July 23

Updated info. 7/23/2025

The Heart Doctor!!

 The big day arrived yesterday, and I have been busy with routine tasks to prepare for tomorrow, when we have an appointment for Butch to get "shocked". He has been in AFIB, and that is one way to get the heart back in rhythm.  Tomorrow, our Missouri kids are here for a visit and will be taking us to Ames for the procedure, which is scheduled to take place at 8:30 AM. To have that happen at 8:30AM, we have to leave Jefferson at 6:00am to make the deadline for the prep part of things. Whatever it takes, we will do!

Butch has been slowly getting better after the scope and the healing of the ulcer, along with the learning of the ins and outs of the pesky CPAP. We are ready for the next step now followed by getting ready for the fall trip to Texas. All things happen at the right time!

This, my friends, is the shortened version of the current situation.


Friday, July 18

Photos

 One of the most consistent things for me throughout my life is photography...and of course walking. I often combine the two, actually. So it has been quite some time since I have posted any, and today is the day. Most of these were taken recently. By recent, I mean since returning to Jefferson in April.

Butch. He looks better now.





One of our rabbits.


And this is Twotail. Part of his tail is deformed a bit. Also, the squirrels in our yards and the rabbits get along quite well and, on occasion, play with each other.

On the biketrail is often where I get my best photos. I have never seen sunflowers grown in raised beds before, but I must say they look mighty fine!





This is the third or fourth generation for this cactus. Son Gary gave me a little bitty cactus for Mother's Day in 2008, and several generations later, here it is! It has bloomed every year, sometimes more than once. Mine is not to wonder why, but enjoy!


 

Yesterday, I walked across the street to give our neighbor some donuts we did not want and noticed how good our place looked, so I came home for my phone and took this photo.

Yes, the pool hall on the right is as big or perhaps bigger than our living quarters on the left. We like living small.

Earlier this spring, I took this photo of our front flower bed. These are chives, iris, and balloon flowers


What's new with Butch?

 It seems like Butch has had the CPAP for a very long time. I checked the calendar, and it has been just shy of a month. June 24th was his first night. In that time, he has had three very good, not connected nights. Last night was one of them! It is so pleasant when one of them happens. First off, it offers hope. He has more energy, his color is better, and it feels so normal. My wish is that this could become the new way of life!

Next Tuesday is his appointment with the heart doctor, who told us back in early June that once the CPAP and scope were taken care of, we could get to work on the heart issues. We are ready and hopeful that the next step is here.

Stumbled upon...

 One of the things that has been my biggest challenge is cooking for Butch. Yes, that has been lifelong, but it rises to a whole new level when you put (low salt/low sugar) into the mix. For the most part, eating out is not only expensive, but you also have no control over the salt or sugar.

I wear out on cooking fairly easily, and I have been that way often in the past few months. So while shopping last week in Fareway, I ran across these frozen dinners.

Butch likes sweet and sour chicken, so I decided to take the plunge. They were inexpensive to boot at $2.99. Portion size also fit his new way of eating. Probably a bit high in sugar but I balanced that with low in sodium. He likes them!!!

There is a lot of choices, clearly something for everyone.

This photo was taken on the WalMart website.

I was not paid for this add!😄

Sunday, July 13

The new improved Butch

 We are making progress. He is eating! That in itself is good news. He has been in a nightly battle with his CPAP, but there are signs that the CPAP is winning. Last night he slept through the night. He did not get up even once, not even to go to the bathroom! He said this morning he wasn't sure he had ever slept that well in his entire life. We would have to ask his mother, but he may be right! 

This is the second time he has slept long and well with the CPAP, and we are hoping there will be many more to come.

Walking

 Those who know me well will not be surprised by this post. I have done this my entire adult life. I like to walk in the early morning. It gets my days off to a good start.  It gets my creative juices churning.

The biggest benefit of walking, however, is when you are at your wits' end. When you have been met with some overwhelming news, either good or bad. Walk it off!



Wednesday, July 9

Bird Brain?

 They are exceedingly smart!

Watch what this bird does for entertainment!

https://youtu.be/EGaSHDmuAPg

Monday, July 7

Here we are now...

 With meds for an ulcer and hiatal hernia, things are much better. The CPAP is working well, and we understand it better. So that brings it to the heart issues, and we have upcoming appointments for that. Butch can't do much now without being weak and tired so we stick to the things he can do. Two games of pool are his limit, but trust me, he hasn't lost any of his prowess in that direction. He is playing trivia on Thursday nights. And we play cards with friends at least once a week. Of course, the TV is getting used quite a bit too. He takes naps frequently. He has become more patient with all this. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much choice. He has always been a good patient. We do think there is another side to all this, and we are slowly moving in that direction.

Stay tuned...

Thursday, July 3

Being in your 80's

I did not write this but I wish that I had!

Barb Brooker


Emotional Changes You May Experience in Your 80s


Reaching your eighties is something that many people hope for but rarely understand until they get there.


Life moves at a different pace, and with that shift comes a deep transformation in how you feel, react, and connect with others. Your emotions do not fade away, but they do evolve into something quieter, stronger, and more thoughtful.


You have lived through enough joy and heartache to know what matters.


This season of life brings clarity, balance, and a deeper sense of peace in your emotional world.


Here are five ways your emotions may begin to change during your eighties.


You React More Calmly to Upsetting Moments


By the time you reach your eighties, you have lived through decades of challenges.


You have felt the sting of disappointment, the weight of grief, and the stress of sudden change. With all that life experience, your reactions begin to shift. You no longer respond to frustration or conflict with the same intensity as you once did.


You begin to pause before reacting.


You take a moment to breathe, to think, and to reflect before speaking or acting. This quiet delay is not hesitation. It is wisdom. You have learned that reacting quickly often makes things worse, not better.


Instead of raising your voice or letting anger take over, you choose a calmer path.


You walk away. You stay silent. You ask questions instead of making assumptions. You have nothing to prove, and that allows you to carry yourself with peace even in the middle of stress.


This calm reaction becomes part of who you are.


It does not mean you feel less. You still feel anger, sadness, and frustration. But your response is softer, more thoughtful, and more stable. You have learned that some things are not worth losing your peace over.


Even during serious or emotional moments, you trust your ability to handle them.


You no longer feel overwhelmed by every problem. You know how to take one step at a time. You understand that a calm heart makes better choices, and your experience helps you stay grounded when others might panic.


In your eighties, emotional strength looks like stillness.


It looks like patience when everything feels heavy. It looks like choosing kindness over control. That calmness is not weakness. It is the quiet result of a lifetime spent learning how to feel with purpose.


Gratitude Becomes a Daily Feeling


When you are in your eighties, gratitude is no longer something that comes and goes.


It becomes a steady part of your day, showing up in quiet moments when you least expect it. You begin to notice small joys that once passed you by. This is not something you plan. It happens naturally as life slows down and you begin to see things more clearly.


You feel thankful for little things.


A warm cup of tea. A peaceful afternoon. A familiar voice on the phone. These moments do not need to be big or fancy. They feel meaningful because you know how quickly time moves and how easily things can change.


Gratitude also grows from what you have lost and what you have learned.


You have said goodbye to people you loved. You have faced days when everything felt too heavy. And now, when something or someone brings you comfort, you hold on to it more tightly. You understand the value of what you have in front of you.


You begin to show your appreciation more freely.


You say thank you and truly mean it. You smile at others, speak gently, and offer kindness without expecting anything in return. Gratitude becomes part of your attitude, not just your words.


This feeling helps you stay grounded.


Even when life is not perfect, you can find something to be thankful for. That sense of gratitude gives you strength, helping you through hard days and adding joy to good ones.


In your eighties, gratitude is not something you practice once in a while.


It becomes part of your daily rhythm, a quiet recognition of all the moments, people, and simple pleasures that still fill your life with meaning.


Sadness Feels Deeper but Is Less Overwhelming


In your eighties, sadness does not disappear, but it does begin to feel different.


It runs deeper because you have experienced more loss, more change, and more time spent reflecting on what has come and gone. You remember friends who are no longer here, seasons of life that have passed, and moments you wish could have lasted a little longer.


These thoughts can bring a quiet ache that sits in the background of your day.


You may not cry as easily or speak about it out loud, but the feeling is there. It rises with old songs, family photos, or even during a peaceful afternoon when your mind starts to wander. Sadness becomes a companion that visits softly, not a storm that crashes through your life.


Yet despite how deep it feels, it rarely overwhelms you.


You have learned how to sit with pain without letting it take over. You understand that grief and loss are part of a full life, and that emotions do not always need to be fixed or chased away. Sometimes, you simply let them be.


You begin to see sadness as something that belongs.


It lives alongside love and joy. It reminds you of what mattered, of what you gave your heart to. And in some strange way, it also brings comfort. It tells you that your life was rich with people and moments worth missing.


There is strength in this gentle acceptance.


You do not fear sadness the way you once did. You do not push it away. Instead, you walk with it, holding space for the sorrow without letting it steal your peace. That emotional balance comes from years of living, of feeling everything fully, and still choosing to carry on.


In your eighties, sadness feels more like a whisper than a shout.


It is quieter, steadier, and somehow, easier to live with than before.


Love Shows Up in Simpler, Softer Ways


As the years pass and you reach your eighties, love begins to look a little different.


It loses its need for grand displays or dramatic words and instead becomes something softer, smaller, and more real. It no longer rushes. It settles in and stays close.


You find love in moments that once seemed ordinary.


Someone brings you your favorite snack without being asked. A neighbor waves from across the street. A child holds your hand a few seconds longer than usual. These little things begin to mean more than roses or big romantic gestures ever did.


The way you express love also changes.


You speak gently, listen more closely, and offer your presence as a gift. You stop trying to impress others and instead try to make them feel seen, safe, and understood. You write letters. You share old stories. You ask questions that show you care.


Love becomes more peaceful in this stage of life.


It is no longer about butterflies or sparks. It is about comfort, safety, and knowing someone is there. A quiet morning shared with someone you care about can feel more romantic than any night out ever did.


You also feel love in memory.


You think about people you once knew, relationships that shaped you, and moments that left a mark on your heart. That love does not fade. It simply changes its form, living in reflection rather than constant contact.


What matters most is that love is still there.


It moves slower, but it feels deeper. It does not shout, but it stays. It reminds you that no matter your age, your heart is still open and capable of loving fully.


In your eighties, love becomes a quiet strength that fills the space between words and lives gently in your everyday moments.


Peace and Acceptance Take Center Stage


In your eighties, peace is no longer something you chase.


It becomes something you naturally grow into, a steady feeling that gently settles across your heart. You stop wrestling with every part of life and start allowing things to be what they are. That shift opens the door for real emotional freedom.


You begin to accept yourself more fully.


The things you once criticized start to matter less in a harsh way and more in a tender one. You no longer expect perfection. Instead, you recognize how far you have come, how much you have grown, and how worthy you are of love just as you are.


The desire to control fades as well.


You let go of the need to fix every problem or change every outcome. You learn to trust that some things are out of your hands, and that is not failure; it is simply life. That quiet surrender brings more relief than any solution ever did.


Forgiveness becomes easier, too.


Not because the pain no longer matters, but because you no longer want to carry it. You forgive yourself for past mistakes. You forgive others, not always with words, but with a choice to no longer hold on to bitterness. This forgiveness creates room for peace to grow.


You also begin to focus more on the present moment.


You are less drawn to what has already happened or what might happen next. Instead, you take joy in now. A kind conversation. A warm afternoon. A meal you enjoy. These simple pieces of life begin to feel full and rich.


Peace and acceptance are not the end of emotion.


They are the result of years spent learning what to hold on to and what to let go of. In your eighties, they finally rise to the top and become the foundation for how you feel each day.


Final Thoughts


The emotional journey through your eighties is not about silence or stillness.


It is about feeling more deeply, with more care and less chaos.


You do not lose your emotions, you grow into them, understanding what matters and what no longer needs to take up space in your heart.


There is strength in calm, beauty in simplicity, and meaning in every quiet moment you choose to embrace.



Tuesday, July 1

Breathing Better

 Have you ever felt like you were holding your breath for weeks on end? Today we were able to take a deep breath, laugh, and giggle. Butch was getting a scope today and it went beautifully. The scope was of his upper gastro. We were braced for the worst but hoping for the best, and the best is what happened!

Dr Abraham said there was no sign of cancer. He said he didn't see anything even remotely like a cancer. He has a hiatal hernia and a non-bleeding ulcer, for which he will be on medication for three months.

Now the heart doctor is free to proceed with helping his heart become healthier. We still have some CPAP issues to get straightened out. The holdup for these issues has been not knowing what was taking place in his gut. We are taking a step in the right direction.

I am filled to the brim with gratitude. And thanks to all of our friends who have been helpful with their prayers!

Saturday, June 28

Still Incomplete...

 Things aren't so good at our house. Butch is not in a good way. We do have an appointment next Tuesday for a scope. They tell us the lymph glands on both sides of his stomach are enlarged. He has a hard time breathing, and that seems to get worse by the day. We are working with a cardiac doctor, an oncologist (weight loss), and the surgeon doing the scope, plus his primary care doctor. All of them are good, and they all get along with each other. He has a CPAP, and it helps, but that is all it does. I was hoping for more. I have heard the phrase Congestive Heart Failure bandied about. The main problem is that they can't do much until something else is done. Much like being on a merry-go-round, except it ain't too merry! Hopefully, the procedure they do next Tuesday will tell them enough to begin a healing process on something somewhere. Butch said the other day that he thinks his square dance days are over. If that is all that's over, I will be more than happy!