Date: March 15th, 2011
Time: Too late for writing
Status: Slow & Steady Wins the Race
Info: I have written about friends, friendship and what unfolds from those weeks, months and years invested in these special relationships. The weather here in the North Bay today was less than friendly. Sailors would classify it as “snotty.” Pedestrians would classify it as “intolerable.” Fast food delivery restaurants would classify it as “profitable.” That being said I’d like to start tonight’s Recovery Update #4 with a huge shout out to Bonnie’s coworkers Toni and Paul who left the peace and solace of Two Rock to embark on a 40 mile trek south to Marin to deliver good tidings, smiles, balloons and words of encouragement to our special lady. When I left work this afternoon the intermittent function of the wiper blades was not necessary – and I know mother nature was at her peak around lunchtime … for the two of them to visit Bonnie today means everything there is in the word “friend” … forget the moniker “coworker” – these two are truly special in Bonnie’s life and will be in her recovery. Thank you both.
Our visit to 4137 this afternoon was preceded by a text stating “we’re on our way” and it went unanswered which meant one of two things; the meds have kicked in; the battery on her cell phone finally died; or both! As Logan and I walked in she lied there in silence but quickly recognized us. You have to realize that when Logan walks in a room – the lights virtually come on. She’s that girl you recognize immediately and today was no different. It was great to see the color back in Bonnie’s face. She was quite talkative and it was all coherent unlike yesterday. Logan and I showed her our bag of surprises; a shirt to wear, her bedroom pillow, a coffee full of Papa Paul’s coffee, some magazines, a cell phone charger, and a card from a friend. I want to close tonight’s blog on the friend’s card … but first let’s discuss our visit.
Bonnie’s nurse Stacey demonstrated to each of us how to drain the three tubes – Logan and I both aced the demonstration. We now call each other “Doctor,” and then we took Bonnie for her first walk since she arrived in 4137. The walk was good – the tough part of it all was getting out of bed and like the story goes … every good job begins with a sound first step. This was no different. Some of you may remember our oldest daughter was recently in town. During her stay we learned the phrase “slow and steady wins the race.” Oddly this has become Taylor’s new mantra. Odd because she’s a journalist with deadlines upon deadlines with course work and pieces for the newspaper. Well – with Bonnie’s new “relaxed” condition the mantra truly fit during Taylor’s entire stay, and for those of you who really know Bonnie J. – you’d all recognize that those were never words from her vocabulary. Today, we do just that – slow and steady and that’s how we walked down the hallway, down to the elevators where the glassed walls showed the hills of Marin in full vibrant colors. We stopped there and you could tell this was beneficial as the anaesthesia began to expectorate – a very good sign.
Logan and I squared away her bedding back in her room, adjusted her pillows, her night stand and her tray table. Behind me was a shelf completely adorned with plants, cards and balloons. She’s been here in 4137 a total of 24 hours and her friends and family have shown her how much she matters to all of us. The flowers (GORGEOUS) are from Mary; childhood friend, Cove Elementary Alum and Beverly High Class of ’79. Mary and I have known each other all our lives, that is to say we’ve known each other since our days in high school … that’s right 1979. Do the math … we’ve known each other over thirty years and the card next to the flowers? From her mother Anne. Bonnie spent the majority of her youth at their Boyle St residence where Anti-Anne (as she was known) raised a proud brood of Beverly-ites of her own and Bonnie was certainly one of them during breakfast, lunch and dinner and god only knows how many sleepovers. Anne and I know each other as well – I’m happy to say. We met one night a really long time ago when parents/adults weren’t afraid of riding up alongside a car fool of hooligans to speak their mind. I remember that night as if it were yesterday and I love the fact Anne and I now kid with each other. Anne and her husband Armand were also the first adults to visit the hospital to greet our 8lb 13oz Logan back in July of 1995 at Falmouth Hospital.
If I could rewrite the definition of friendship for Webster’s dictionary – this blog would be how I’d do it.
After we battled the windswept rains into the valley on our ride home this evening Logan and I enjoyed dinner at Mary’s Place (great Italian) while we waited for Bonnie’s scripts to be filled at the local CVS.
We’re ready for our lady to come home – and tomorrow the recovery of a lifetime continues where it should; with family. We’re the ones ready now.
Keep her close you guys.