Vicky popped her head up this morning and has been loving the whole day. She got to talk on the phone to her mom and her daughter. She got a lovely visit and some wonderful bread from John and Angie...
Laurel also stopped by. When I was taking their picture, Laurel said, "Wait a minute!" She leaned in toward Vicky, and said: "You need to get us looking like we're having a party!"
Laurel left Vicky with two gifts...
A little more about her Chemo Reminder Pad: As Laurel put it, "If you're in the living room and you need to go into the bedroom to check your phone, you write it down in the pad. Then, when you get to the bedroom, and you've forgotten what it was you went there to do, you simply open up your pad, and then you know!"
She also got a visit from the Howes. They whisked in and filled the house with laughter and the latest news from the ward (and even a couple of secret stories!) I'm sad I forgot to get a picture of them, but here is the lovely lasagna they brought...
At about 3:00 today, Vicky was really hungry. First she wanted Indian food, but then thought better of it and wanted Chinese. I told her I would take her to China Platter, on one condition.
"What's that?" she asked.
"You must first come with me outside and go for a walk."
<Groan> "Do I have to?"
"Yes. You must at least walk across the street and back to qualify for Chinese food."
There was a lot of grumbling, and dawdling.
"Are you ready?" I asked through the bathroom door.
"You mean am I ready for the Forced March?"
She went quite a bit farther than just across the street. We wound up walking all the way to the church on 4th North. Forced March was an apt description, the way the dogs were dragging her along. Here are Vicky, Mobi and Lexi on the Trail of Tears...
Then, after the Howe's lovely visit, it was time for China Platter! From the first bite of walnut shrimp to the last bite of her fortune cookie, Vicky was transported. When she finished, she said: "This was the best meal and the most I've eaten since I started chemo."
This is her reading her fortune cookie...
"'You have good taste,'" she read.
"In men," I added.
That's a picture of a happy woman. Friends, a nice walk, and good food. Sometimes it doesn't take any more than just that.
She does have pretty good taste in men, although I hear the taste has to be pretty strong these days for her to detect it. Not sure what that means in the context of this metaphor...
ReplyDeleteHmm. Good point. Hopefully those men don't have to go around flexing all the time to get her attention. But -- whatever it takes!
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