2026 Life Logs, Day 161: You Make Plans, Then Life Happens
Date: Wednesday, June 10, 2026
Weather: Sunny. Windy, Rain Late Day; High Temp 71, Low 61 degrees F
Location: At Home with My Shadow, Falmouth, MA
I started to write tonight’s log and only got as far as the subject line when I stopped to make a phone call. I was getting ready to write, “You make plans, then life happens.” But I immediately stopped and called my good friend Lynne Kirwin. She owns those words and I decided I needed to give her a call to say hello. She is home in Michigan visiting for the summer from New Zealand. We had a nice long chat, made some tentative plans for her to visit, and now I am back writing this log.
I have been working what seems like non-stop making arrangements to move my sister here to a memory care facility at the end of the month. She was hospitalized in early April with double pneumonia and Covid, recovered, was sent to rehab, and then back to her assisted living. But through that whole process, I found it almost impossible to manage her healthcare from here. It was a full-time job. Because of that, a couple of weeks ago a decision was made to move her here. Since then, I have again spent almost full-time making decisions and arrangements for the move. Then yesterday, her private care person texted me saying she had a cough again and that it sounded like the cough she had in April. I called her doctor and they wanted her in the office today to do a chest x-ray. The diagnosis today was that she has Covid pneumonia. I could not believe it. The doctor prescribed Paxlovid and Prednisone and sent her home. She has to return on Friday for another chest x-ray and oxygen level check. If her oxygen is below 91, she will be hospitalized. If not, she will be sent back to the assisted living and was told she should be able to resume normal activities on Monday. But who knows what is really going to happen. This sent me into a tailspin. What if, what if, what if? All the plans that have been made and the contracts signed for the move could all go out the window. But there is nothing I can do but wait and see. I hope she bounces back from this, but at almost 93, this is a lot. When I read her My Chart from today’s office visit, I saw that her blood pressure was 120 over 70 and her oxygen level was 98. All good. Maybe we caught it in time, but how did she get Covid again after just having it? I will just have to wait see what each day brings.
