The Relief of a Ex-Smoker

Update – After numerous tests and an assortment of x-rays, we have a verdict, so it seems. My husband has a broken rib. While it can occur with heavy coughing, it more likely happened at his workplace, when he stopped a free rolling, heavy cart with his chest, that somebody had left unattended.  

The doctor also suggested he should lose the extra 30 pounds of “quitting weight,” that I made him gain with my cooking -his words, not mine. I roared with laughter when I picture myself force-feeding him with chocolates. How wicked of me to MAKE him eat seconds.

A stress test is scheduled for tomorrow, just to be on the save side, but everything besides the rib and the extra weight seems to be normal.

I sat on pins and needles for a few days, envisioned the worst and feel overwhelming joy and relief.

I know, aging sooner or later will throw us more curveballs, but for the moment, life as we know it will continue and we will live happily ever after and beyond.