My life as it is now.

I’m two weeks back here, I think. My husband was hospitalized three times since last December with congestive heart failure. This was something I thought could be cured. Now I’m not so sure. My once-sunny husband is sometimes difficult. I get that he’s easily tired and he’s worried about the edema in his legs. We’re both worried. His PCP says he has to put his legs up. The physical therapist says he has to walk. My husband complies when he feels like it. I put up his feet on an ottoman, then he takes them off after a while. If I say anything he says, “No, I’ll be getting up.” After an hour, maybe he will. I cook fresh food without salt, keep his feet moisturized and put on those damned TED stockings on his feet every day. I don’t know what else to do. I bought him a snazzy 4-wheeled walker with a seat, after a scary incident where he said he couldn’t go any further with his normal walker, and I had to get a wheelchair and help from our (thankfully wonderful) neighbors. Now he uses the new walker like a wheelchair and sits in it while moving it forward with his feet. Pretty sure that isn’t going to help the circulation in his his leg muscles. But I get tired of being a cop. I just wonder what will happen. Is this as good as it will ever get?