Dorothy was right

Dorothy was right... there is no place like home.. altered as it is with a large, new  hoyer, 2 wheel chairs and various  oxygen machines etc.
Neil got into the hoyer and we went to breakfast with  with Mary, Moe and Delores our CNA.
After 3 days in bed, getting out in his wheel.chair was the equivalent to going to the French Riveria.. Mary said the look on Neil's face made her cry. I stayed home and attempted to gather my wits about me and breathe.
We lucked out with Delores,  a kind/capable health care worker..  Neil  told the agency to only send  us CNA's who  are Democrats and without missing a beat, the agency  said "Of course, we only hire democrats....... an agency with a sense of humor. We like that, but little did she know we were not kidding.

We are on a high learning curve with the hoyer. We had our first lesson today with Morgan, our hospice nurse, Delores and Moe Lipson and me.  We need two people to manage it. Getting into the hoyer is like the game of trust we used to play when u fall backwards into the arms of friends who u hope will catch you. It is an exercise in faith for Neil. He is getting used to it.
Mary and Moe are our guardian angels. She brought dinner last nite and tonite is bringing veal stew with grilled romanine and goat cheese (salmon for me).
Delores shops, cooks, cleans takes care of Neil and makes us take naps and right now, she is organizing our closets while we wait for our gourmet dinner.
I fear that if Neil had it to do over, he wd marry Delores.  Between our hospice team, our , the nice emails from everyone and Delores we are continuing to enjoy the ride., bumpy though it may be.
Cheryl