She's been in heart failure for a couple of years.
Now the fluid build up is drowning her. They seem optimistic that a couple of days of diuretic therapy will empty all that out.
I choose to be hopeful.
I took her to Disneyland Saturday. It was a rough day for her in some ways, joyful in others. We heard that the suits were in from Orlando and EVERY entertainer was at the top of their form. After we had seen everyone (she even wanted to stay for multiple piano sets at the Coke Corner, and she doesn't particularly like that piano player) I asked if she was ready to go home and she said no. So we wandered the Emporium for a long time - aimlessly. I couldn't figure out why she was stalling our leaving.
Until the next day.
I think she was seeing it as our last visit.
So, I choose to be hopeful.
We have a 60th anniversary to celebrate.