My fabulous quilt and stitching groups supplied us with dinners for the first week or so after I came home from the hospital, so we didn't die of hunger, and my BFF Mary came in every day to make sure I got up and bathed and dressed. Without them, this would have been so much harder. DD and DGD came and checked on me and ran errands and hubby actually added to his household duties by cleaning up and doing dishes after supper.
Things were going so well that on March 22nd, Mary and I went to the local shelter to look at what kitties might be available in the future for adoption. Patsy Cline has been very lonely without Katie to play and love with, so hubby and I started talking about maybe getting another kitty to love. The only kittens the shelter had at that time were 2 kittens about 3 weeks old by a mama cat that was also fostering 4 tiny, one-week-old babies from a mama that had died. 3 of these babies were doing ok, but one little guy was just not gaining weight. He had a cold in his eyes and was the runt of the litter. He couldn't seem to get there in time for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, cause the other 2 older cats and his 3 big brothers were always there ahead of him emptying the lunch box before him.
The gal at the shelter asked if I would be interested in trying to foster him because she didn't think he was going to live. Well....at the time, I had no plans to adopt yet, I was kind of just scoping out what might be available in the future. But after she put that little tiny ball of fluff in my palm....I was lost. Went home and called hubby, he said ok, so Mary and I went to PetSmart and got formula and back we went to the shelter and picked up little Paxton.
Of course, with a big sister named Patsy Cline and being a boy, you know hubby was not going to be calling him Paxton. So that is how Johnny Cash came to live in our home and became our 3rd "marmalade" cat.
Here are a few pics of him - he looks so much like Patsy did when she was little. He's now 4 months old and the sweetest, most lovable cat we've ever had.
My shoulder was progressing nicely with physical therapy until I lost my one-armed balance one day after stubbing my shoe on the floor while I was feeding the kitties. Down I went on my left side, scraping my knee and elbow, but thankfully was able to stay off my right side. I was very sore but everything seemed to be working ok, but my PT said she thought I better tell the DR and have her run some x-rays just to be sure.
When I went for my appt several days later, I was a little sore, but nothing horrible. BUT...x-rays showed the plate put in my shoulder was separated from the bone, indicating a fracture. So surgery was scheduled for the next week. But after more careful studying of the x-rays and a CT scan, my wonderful surgeon talked me into waiting 6 weeks to let any fracture heal naturally. Now 3+ weeks later, x-rays show the bone is filling in and healing and the plate is closer to where it should be.
So 3 more weeks and I have more x-rays to make sure it is still healing. If it heals ok and fills in ok, I probably will not have to have more surgery. And that's what I'm hoping and praying for now. So any help from you guys would be appreciated.
And thanks again for all the support you've shown me over the past months. It's meant the world to me and has certainly helped me get through a trying time. My local friends have been great and my internet friends have been so supportive, I've been overwhelmed with all the caring thoughts,prayers, and cards. Thank you all so much.
I'm going to end for today, but want to leave you on a lighter note....
After my recent surgery, these are so funny to see.