<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">Dear friends.</span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">Many have been inquiring and sending support.</span><div><span style="font-size: 17px;">I don’t know if you know that Charles fell getting out of bed yesterday and has a spiral fracture in the femur. He was transported by ambulance to the hospital in Willits. My daughter Tatyana and I are with him, they put two beds for us in his room.</span></div><div style="font-size: 16px;"><span style="font-size: 19px;">It’s the best hospital I have never been into, great big rooms with large windows, beautiful young nurses, amazingly personable and friendly, excellent food, a great garden and an exercise walk a stream.</span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">We now are waiting to see if Charles will have surgery between 11:00 and 12:00. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">If he does he could possibly walk after therapy, if not he will never walk again.<br id="lineBreakAtBeginningOfMessage"></span><div><span style="font-size: 20px;">He does not want that. He is ready to go. He just told me that we might have little time left together, we both cried. The first time since the accident that I accessed my feelings.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 20px;">I am in a sort of daze, absent, calm, detached, not relating to anything, anyone, just watching it all as if I were not there.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 20px;"> Extremely tired. Wishing to crawl into a corner and fall asleep forever… </span></div><div><span style="font-size: 20px;">. . .and all those decisions to make, living will, last directives, </span><span style="font-size: 20px;"> i</span><span style="font-size: large;">nsurance, </span><span style="font-size: 20px;">rest home for a while or going home with therapy, signing paper,<span style="font-size: 22px;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 19px;">resuscitation during surgery or not, listening to endless medical explanations, possibilities, and on and on. All those decisions I cannot make!</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">Fortunately Tatyana is taking it on, an angel of wisdom and composure.,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">We may be here for another week.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">Thank you again for your support and prayers</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">One thing I feel is the love in my heart for all of you.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 19px;">Riantee</span></div><div><span style="font-size: 20px;"><span style="font-size: 17px;"><br></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: 20px;"><span style="font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">.</span></span></span></div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div><br><blockquote type="cite"><div>On Jan 8, 2025, at 7:39 AM, lvice@comcast.net wrote:</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div><div dir="auto">Riantee and Charles ~ feeling the heaviness and worries about the fall and all the decisions, big and little, that come with it. Holding you in my heart and praying for peace and comfort for both of you.<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Much love,</div><div dir="auto">~£yn</div></div></div></blockquote></div><br></div></div></body></html>