SUCH A BUSY LIFE

Warren at the Gila Valley Temple open house

Four generations at the hospital: Grandpa Bruno, Trix, Meagan and Theresa Robinson

And, I didn't mention, I got a new car on May 28th - 2010 Ford Escape with all the bells and whistles!

Wednesday, June 9th
I finally have a few moments to update while I tend Angie's kids. Since my last post so much has happened. I had finally got through my six weeks in the sling. During that time I learned that my nausea and dizzy spells were caused by being overdosed on blood pressure medication. Natalie and her family were here for a visit the week of April 5th. We had fun at Usery Park and swimming at Angie's pool (the neighborhood pool).
On May 1st, Peggy, Ron's wife had a near fatal accident in her mini-van. She was in a comma for 13 days and we were very concerned for her life. She had skull fractures, broken ribs, and collapsed lung and had to have her torn spleen removed. Following 13 days in ICU and three more days in regular hospital care she went to rehabilitation for an incredibly short time of about two weeks. She continues to make progress and is back home with ongoing therapy three times a week.
On May 6th Warren and I had a day long trip to Central Arizona for the open house of the new LDS temple in the Gila Valley. It is an amazingly beautiful temple and we were glad to be able to go. On May 23rd I went to the broadcast of the temple dedication.
On May 18th (I think) my dad was diagnosed with a rather large kidney stone. Because of his age the doctor didn't want him to pass it on his own. After a failed procedure, rescheduling, re-admission two days later for pneumonia. I went to Logan on May 29th in order to be with him and to be there for the rescheduled procedure on Tuesday, June1st. After the procedure he was released only to be readmitted again on Thursday, June 3rd. He had lost so much blood that he was transfused with two units of whole blood. He was very ill. On Sunday two very kind young male nurses gave him a warm priesthood blessing. His survival is pretty much dependent on his frame of mind and will now. He is in quite a deep depression. I came home Sunday because my dad insisted on my going home and getting some rest and getting my strength back. My sisters will take care of him again now. While I was at dad's I planted about 500 flowers, sometimes with the help of my sisters and with help from Theresa and Meagan on Saturday night. We had rain nearly every night and could only plant most evenings while the ground was dry. During the days I took care of my dad every minute. In spite of the best care I could give him, he passed out on the kitchen floor on me one day. I phoned 911, but while I talked to them dad came around and told me he didn't want the ambulance to come. My sister, Briga came and helped me get him to bed and stabilized.
June 9th: I came home yesterday after spending Sunday afternoon and Monday with Melanie and her family. Monday my dad was released from the hospital. Today dad's stint was removed without further bleeding. He is home now and trying to regain some strength, but still very weak. Needless to say, I am very tired, but happy I could help. The bad thing was that I had to buy a full fare plane ticket on Southwest to get home because US Airways was overbooked. I'm glad to be home, but will be going back to Utah the end of next week.
Love to all of you. I'll try to keep you posted!