It was a rough week, made rougher by interrupting a holiday. Though, honestly I didn’t mind the timing that much because my customers were also unavailable. That was one less thing I had to worry about. An empty inbox is very healing.
Also very healing are all the wonderful, thoughtful, courageous people in our lives. Thank you ——-
My rock of a sister-in-law who was unfazed by the dramatic change in plans, and cared for my kids for four days, keeping them full of Thanksgiving treats and distractions.
My other rock of a sister-in-law who always says insightful and compassionate things and keeps everyone up to date, even while juggling other family situations.
My dear friend who bought and delivered new flannel pajamas. I won’t call for a ride to the hospital, but I will text request a friend to buy me luxury lounge wear.
Mom. So many things, lots of phone calls and letting my boys sleep in her room. And loving them.
Dad. All the medical advice and empathy. I heard you talking to Paulie, you really delivered the steady presence he needed.
My Portland friend, who called me immediately at the hospital and said “WTF Cheese?” which is EXACTLY what I needed to hear at that moment.
My kind and generous next door neighbors who offered to spend time with the kids every few weeks so that if there’s an emergency they will feel comfortable with them. We hadn’t gotten around to arranging those visits yet, and look what happened! We will fast track that plan now.
My sister, who listened to probably waaaaay too much confusing medical stuff, when I was confused myself and also losing my words (medical brain fog), she is my best listener. A service that cannot be over valued.
The meal service delivery guy who quietly said “I’m praying for you” every time he put my tray down.
My brother-in-law who just glides in and cares for the kids without ever a complaint or even a sigh. He’s our last minute guy, and always always happy to help. Also, very dapper.
My deeply kind co-worker who takes on everything I send her when I’m dealing with this stuff, and best of all, she JUST DOES IT WITH NO QUESTIONS.
My “It’s such a small-world” friend and neighbor who delivered yet another treat bag of PERFECTION. Only another harried mom would know to include juice boxes.
The Coven! (Can we let the name be known?). I’m tearing up right now. You made and delivered an entire white trash Thanksgiving meal, WITH FLOWERS AND NAPKINS (fancy white trash). Who knew my some of my closest friends were at school board meetings?
The doctor who didn’t laugh when I REQUESTED a Foley catheter. Don’t judge. Peeing in bed when you’re hooked up to an IV and have a vaginal birth + menopausal bladder is goddamn heaven. They should make home versions.
And Stevie. Shhh, don’t tell anyone Stevie but I missed you the most.