Sometimes you have to let it go- all your plans and just move aside.
That’s what I did this week.
My pre-birthday celebrations began on Sunday with dueling cakes- I brought one for my brother and he brought one for me and it was good- a good start to the week.
But on the way home Tuvia let me know that he wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t quite sure why: no appetite, short of breath, feeling weak.
Traffic was slowing to a crawl as we moved onto the NYS Thruway and instantly as I inched into a center lane Tuvia started passing out before my eyes and I was almost frozen, but I could still grab up my handy cell phone and dial 911 and get instant, sensitive support from the dispatcher and as she connected me to a state trooper and he planned to order and deliver an ambulance, Tuvia was back to me, stronger than before. But by the time we were back home it was clear that he needed to get to the hospital, his hospital, Englewood Hospital. Checked in on Sunday night, the tests and procedures began and soon I was in a routine back and forth from my home to Dean6 room 424.
In the middle of the week, my birthday happened. I did get my favorite dinner of Bailey’s Saint Louis rib and Crumbs red velvet cupcakes. Tuvia was miserable that he couldn’t host the day of my dreams but it wasn’t about me this week.
Honestly, it’s been my good luck to have had those dream birthdays in my past. Now I just wanted Tuvia to know what was going on with his body, fix it up and get him out of that ridiculous gown and home.
And that’s where we are now. YES!
I hope next week is a healthier week.
Glad that Tuvia lost his ridiculous gown, that you found your happy birthday spirit, and that the week ended with cake and love and family. Who could ask for anything more?
Oh Bonnie! I’ve been missing you, so I went looking for your words. I hope all is well with Tuvia now that it is ten days from your post. Happy belated birthday! Mine is next week, already I am mentally planning my day. Hope to read more tomorrow.