Basically, what happened is I was taken to the VA by ambulance 2 days before my dark post and at the time I wrote it I thought I was dying. I even told my youngest daughter I was dying which was pretty bad. I was discharged from the hospital the next day and the following day was again taken to the VA hospital and again thought I was dying. My wife thought the same. We even modified our will and updated our end of life instructions.
Well, here I am, living in FL with my oldest daughter because she has a single story house while my wife sells our 3 story townhouse and buys a single story town house.
For reasons unbeknownest to me, I cannot go up or down stairs. Among other things, my legs stopped working and I am learning to walk again, but making great progress. I walked up and down the street today unassisted, which my daughter didn't appreciate -- as much as I do.
I am happy and life things are good.