The 2 day blizzard-from-hell wrecked havoc on the cows.
The snow, wind, freezing temps, rain and ice created an enormous ice dam on the roof and caused a flood of water to cascade from the ceiling and wrecked havoc in the living room.
And then my own body wrecked havoc on me.
I have been sick for a very long time and tried so very hard to "tough it out."
By Wednesday I couldn't do it any longer. The end was near.
I somehow drove to the hospital 80 minutes away, after watering the herd in the early morning and praying beyond hope that I would make it back for the pm watering.
Of course I didn't make it.
Arrangements were made for the herd and Mavis. A very kind lady from church came up and tried to pursuade Mavis to eat and pee and to relax. She wouldn't. The cows were much easier to deal with than that wonderful odd dog of mine.
But I am HOME now. And I am OK.
All because of the persistance of an army of nurses and doctors plus the generosity of total strangers.
Over the past few years, my 109 units of plasma and many units of blood have come from all kinds of people I have never met. These generous folks come in all colors, shapes, nationalities, sizes, genders and professions. All anonymous.
I am sure none of the blood donors really realize that their blood gives life to others, or what those "others " look like or what kind of life they live, with their donated blood in their veins.
So, to all of you plasma and blood donors and to all you future donors:
I want to Thank You for allowing me to live as normal a life as possible.
With my cows. In Vermont. Happy.
God bless you all,