I saw my doctor the next day, Tuesday...he was all right after the rear-ending by a Ride-On bus...and he confirmed that difficulty had set in on my right foot second toe. Maybe a third of the toe could be saved. Let's look into hyperbaric oxygen treatments, he said.
It takes time to process change, especially when you are feeling sick. I had to come to grips with the situation. What do you do when you're up against the wall? "I lift my eyes to the hills...Where is my help coming from? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth." Psalm 121 said it.

It occurred to me I had only one option: to be as positive as possible, because anything else, besides working against healing, would  toss me in a swamp I couldn't climb out of. No complaining, no giving into fear. Claim healing, trust God, do my best. Surround myself with positive people.

When I fell trying to get on the scooter, I called Julia across the courtyard.  Have you gone to work yet? OK, could you come and help me get up? She has a key to my place. And so good, she saw where I had fallen beside the bed, suggested I back up to the bed, put my elbows back up on it, and lift myself up. It worked. It is better if you can do things yourself.

Trish, whom I didn't know too well, came over when I was so sick, early on.  One day at a time, she suggested. Take it one day at a time.

Sound advice.

Photo: Julia and Trish, big snow of Dec. 1, 2009