Yesterday we came back on the beach avenue, on to our home south beach. We were both a bit limp - my husband after the fifth treatment with the new therapist, and I through my fatigue and the heat at the half-hour drive in morning traffic across the island. Hans Christian compassion and did not like, he wanted to go home and not to further therapy.
It seems the therapy him to do really well. Just three days ago there was a marked improvement, almost a reversal. He saw the Alpine stage of the Tour de France - after a long time again. The day before yesterday at the French national holiday, too. That was always the greatest thing for him, but he has always used to put holiday. Well, yesterday he could not see it, but in the evening he then looked through the summary of the stage. 
If Hans Christian again? I have already dared to believe, but now he must believe it too. He is making progress, but the therapy is also exhausting. He must practice at home. And now he has to let go of his illness - that's hard. I had already written off some of what should we still in Bamberg, if we do not go to a concert or go to the old city, could no longer walk in the grove? If Hans Christian would still frail? Even so, we would be able to live. 
"just imagine if HC would be well again?" I wrote a friend from the ST. And promptly got encouragement via email: "believe hard at it and to work out is half the battle." And: ". I pray for you" Thank you, dear friend! I began to think differently. I imagined how he runs around the apartment, as we go to a concert and give the wheelchair at the door can. Yeah, so fast, the everything not go. But I will keep patience, for surely there is again a setback.
Recently he beamed at me was happy, as before. I think he actually finds a bit more self-confidence in his body, again a little faith in himself I try to increase it if possible. He just has to remember that I also believe it. He can recover. He asked how long he could live well yet, but already he is "sooo old." He said, five years, that would be nice to him would have hope. But I always say that we have for the first in 16 years, silver wedding, which we will celebrate together surely?
Last night, after that everything was as before - I was sitting on the balcony, enjoying the evening atmosphere looked down, and the Baltic Sea, and read a good book, he looked at a sports broadcast. Finally, after three weeks here on South Beach, began a relaxed and serene holiday feeling, just as before ...
After a refreshing sleep we were awake early this morning, my husband sat in the bathroom and moved his tongue against your teeth. I asked if wiggled a tooth? He said no, there are two wobbly teeth. Oh, I thought, this can not be true. The dream of Baltic summer, a further three weeks on Fehmarn? If he had still only accessible on a regular basis the teeth decked out! Back to Bamberg? Where it is so hot and loud? Now that the therapy strikes at last?
I looked at my husband as he was getting anxious. And I said, "You remember how we drove away here three years ago, after only eight days ago when I was in so much shoulder pain? I could not sleep and hardly even drive the car. I just wanted to Bamberg back to my doctor. And you have me at that time encouraged, otherwise we would not have the car home. Every hour we took a break until we arrived at last. If your tooth is lost, this is not so bad, he's just gone. But if it's necessary, then we pack everything on here and back. That's not bad. Then you go there to our dentist. "
Then he cried even more, was scared, but I reassured him as our dentist can be really good at dealing with anxious patients. Deep inside, I felt that it would be really not so bad to go away here. And I was very calm, no longer scared or angry.
Then I had an idea and called our dentist. He asked what teeth wobbled because - and it turned out that my husband had all at this point no more teeth, the tongue only had room to play. But below, there is a wobbly tooth. The dentist reassured me and said that if the tooth simply fails, then we do not like to come. Only when there is pain or swelling.
At breakfast I said to Hans Christian that he will chew carefully, so that the tooth has a little more. Then we can stay here and enjoy the Baltic Sea summer. He was so happy, had a bit of courage and optimism again and bit into his hearty crusty bread - now and then he thought, only to chew on the left.
Now the world back to normal - almost forgot a great feeling unwell at the weekend. My husband went bad, and my MacBook suffered a "heat stroke", everything was black, was nothing more. Just today I knew all my files and photos transfer to a new MacBook - a stone fell from my heart.
but I have not forgotten the encouragement that I got from our friend Bill Fehmarn: By midnight mail with concrete offers of assistance due to a broken computer. And by her gift: An anchor of hope, a painted Fehmarn-stone for my desk in Bamberg, and a ball of knots as a reminder the encouragement. Thank Piggi!
Forsbach Beate, 16 July 2010
beach avenue III - encouragement in the senior citizens' club on the web
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