And the Rest of My World
Tommy, I’ve thanked you in private, but the world needs to know how wonderful you are. Ladies, the true test of a good husband is one who packs the perfect hospital bag. The “right” kind of underwear, with a matching number of socks. The good, in case visitors pop over, kind of pj’s, and the bag of make-up, hair stuff, smelly-goods and everything to make you feel like you’re at home and not hooked up to some IV. We’ll get through this together. We’ve done it before. Hell, we beat cancer. This will be a walk in the park! Know that your Sunshine loves you BIG. And, ok, so I didn’t just need new glasses — you’ll still get that apple pie. We better wait until I can see a little better though so we make sure it turns out ok. Love you, baby.
Mom and Dad. Wow. What mom or dad wants to get that call — “hey guys, I’m in the ER, it’s ok, we’re not sure what’s wrong, but it’s not a brain tumor or stroke?” You both knew just what to do, when to do it and how to do it. Dad — I’ll wear my coat outside. A winter one. I get the immune system thing. I promise. Thanks for being so strong, for taking off work, for being my daddy. Mom — you amazed me this week. My new diet is off to a great start thanks to those 15 bags of groceries. Thanks for rubbing my feet in the hospital, laughing and crying with me — and staying calm through it all. I loved our day of errand-running. Sorry I couldn’t remember where the post office was. Well, it was an adventure. My nails look great and I hear that nice, freshly painted nails are what cures MS. Thanks for Sunshine and Moonlight and Full Moon, Blue Moon, Bad Moon on the Rise, or whatever the heck the new code word is supposed to be. I know I didn’t get to pick you guys, but I’m damn happy you got stuck with this sickly, pain in the behind redhead.
My beautiful stepdaughter, Kimmy. You were my pillar this week. From the moment I hit the ER, to every day and night in the hospital. Contacting family and friends. Keeping me sane. Hearing me cry through my text message when I got my diagnosis and making it to the hospital before I was out of the shower. You’re more than my daughter. You are my sister, my friend. I’m so proud we share the same name. I love you dearly.
My equally-beautiful stepdaughter, Kerri. It’s ok, sweetie. Things are going to be Sunshine and roses in just a few weeks. I love “our song”, I love how much you worry about me, but remember, it’s a “bonus-mom’s” job to worry about her kids. Put your mind to rest. I’m just fine, and even better because of the love that you show me.
Ms. Tracy Ferrier. We’ve had our ups and downs and craziness over the last six years. But, nothing compared to this week. You were right there, every step of the way. You couldn’t decipher my message, but found me anyway. And you lucked out to be the one in the chair when the neurologist arrived with all the gorey details, and fifteen letter words. Thanks for writing everything down for me, typing up the notes and for just being my friend. Oh, and thanks for bringing Tom New to see me, too. Tom, I love ya! You could make a dead person laugh and smile. Oh, and buddy. I didn’t have a stroke!
Every Fabrizio who stopped, called, texted, wrote. Along with every Woodle-Kierzek who did the same. Know that I appreciate being part of your families and that your kindness doesn’t go unnoticed. Mom and Dad Fabrizio — you’re the best. Dad, I hope the knee is recovering. Mom said you and I could go down to the Nuova Aurora. You with your walker and me with my eye patch. We could take a few cans and make a few bucks –or at least get a few free drinks along the way. Miss you guys.
My Q-girls! Traci, Jackie, Kat, Christine. Thanks for visits, Skype notes, emails, calls, and for letting me pretend to still be in charge of the world from Hotel Hamot. It was good to keep me busy and working. We once again re-defined the word “team” this week. I miss you guys (go figure) and can’t wait to be back with you next week. Cindy — you have the hardest job — keeping spastic people calm in the face of sick time, insurance paperwork, all the good stuff. Thanks for getting me what I needed, when I needed it. And, the flowers are beautiful. They’re in my kitchen! Dwight – thanks for letting me know that even with a sparkly and spotted brain that I’ll still be a valuable member of the team with a home at the Q. Your belief in my abilities to still be a great employee, despite some minor roadblocks ahead has eased my mind (literally).
Erika Ramalho– my now friend who just used to be my business colleague. You rushed to my house, knowing I was in desperate need of a “drink” and made me the best Shirley Temples ever! Thanks for being there to allow Tom some time to get away. Thanks for being more than a colleague. Thanks for being a girlfriend.
Anja Kightlinger — another of Hamot’s best employees around — thanks for checking your voicemail and hightailing it down to four-south. You calmed me and reassured me. Funny –just like you always seem to do. Pat Eggleston – you may be Tommy’s best friend, but you’re up there on my list too. Thanks for driving all around town to reclaim my abandoned car, pick up my meds, and for taking Tommy out for some guy time. In fact, thanks to our whole family from GGL — all of our wonderful friends (guys and gals alike). Your support to both Tom and I hasn’t gone unnoticed.
Lastly, my soul sister. Cathy Higgins. Girl, if you ever doubted we were SS’s, all you had to do was sit in my room at Hamot and look across the hall to what was your room when you received your GBM diagnosis. I was put in that room for a reason. It was a constant reminder to follow your beautiful lead. To handle this bump in the road with grace and dignity, laughter more than tears, and with positive attitudes all around. We’re connected baby-girl. You have a lump, I have spots/sparkles. But, both of our brains are beauties!
I’m sorry if I’ve missed someone on the list. We’ll blame the spots and sparkles, call it a day and know that I’m grateful to everyone!!
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And the Rest of My World
Mom and Dad. Wow. What mom or dad wants to get that call — “hey guys, I’m in the ER, it’s ok, we’re not sure what’s wrong, but it’s not a brain tumor or stroke?” You both knew just what to do, when to do it and how to do it. Dad — I’ll wear my coat outside. A winter one. I get the immune system thing. I promise. Thanks for being so strong, for taking off work, for being my daddy. Mom — you amazed me this week. My new diet is off to a great start thanks to those 15 bags of groceries. Thanks for rubbing my feet in the hospital, laughing and crying with me — and staying calm through it all. I loved our day of errand-running. Sorry I couldn’t remember where the post office was. Well, it was an adventure. My nails look great and I hear that nice, freshly painted nails are what cures MS. Thanks for Sunshine and Moonlight and Full Moon, Blue Moon, Bad Moon on the Rise, or whatever the heck the new code word is supposed to be. I know I didn’t get to pick you guys, but I’m damn happy you got stuck with this sickly, pain in the behind redhead.
My beautiful stepdaughter, Kimmy. You were my pillar this week. From the moment I hit the ER, to every day and night in the hospital. Contacting family and friends. Keeping me sane. Hearing me cry through my text message when I got my diagnosis and making it to the hospital before I was out of the shower. You’re more than my daughter. You are my sister, my friend. I’m so proud we share the same name. I love you dearly.
My equally-beautiful stepdaughter, Kerri. It’s ok, sweetie. Things are going to be Sunshine and roses in just a few weeks. I love “our song”, I love how much you worry about me, but remember, it’s a “bonus-mom’s” job to worry about her kids. Put your mind to rest. I’m just fine, and even better because of the love that you show me.
Ms. Tracy Ferrier. We’ve had our ups and downs and craziness over the last six years. But, nothing compared to this week. You were right there, every step of the way. You couldn’t decipher my message, but found me anyway. And you lucked out to be the one in the chair when the neurologist arrived with all the gorey details, and fifteen letter words. Thanks for writing everything down for me, typing up the notes and for just being my friend. Oh, and thanks for bringing Tom New to see me, too. Tom, I love ya! You could make a dead person laugh and smile. Oh, and buddy. I didn’t have a stroke!
Every Fabrizio who stopped, called, texted, wrote. Along with every Woodle-Kierzek who did the same. Know that I appreciate being part of your families and that your kindness doesn’t go unnoticed. Mom and Dad Fabrizio — you’re the best. Dad, I hope the knee is recovering. Mom said you and I could go down to the Nuova Aurora. You with your walker and me with my eye patch. We could take a few cans and make a few bucks –or at least get a few free drinks along the way. Miss you guys.
My Q-girls! Traci, Jackie, Kat, Christine. Thanks for visits, Skype notes, emails, calls, and for letting me pretend to still be in charge of the world from Hotel Hamot. It was good to keep me busy and working. We once again re-defined the word “team” this week. I miss you guys (go figure) and can’t wait to be back with you next week. Cindy — you have the hardest job — keeping spastic people calm in the face of sick time, insurance paperwork, all the good stuff. Thanks for getting me what I needed, when I needed it. And, the flowers are beautiful. They’re in my kitchen! Dwight – thanks for letting me know that even with a sparkly and spotted brain that I’ll still be a valuable member of the team with a home at the Q. Your belief in my abilities to still be a great employee, despite some minor roadblocks ahead has eased my mind (literally).
Erika Ramalho– my now friend who just used to be my business colleague. You rushed to my house, knowing I was in desperate need of a “drink” and made me the best Shirley Temples ever! Thanks for being there to allow Tom some time to get away. Thanks for being more than a colleague. Thanks for being a girlfriend.
Anja Kightlinger — another of Hamot’s best employees around — thanks for checking your voicemail and hightailing it down to four-south. You calmed me and reassured me. Funny –just like you always seem to do. Pat Eggleston – you may be Tommy’s best friend, but you’re up there on my list too. Thanks for driving all around town to reclaim my abandoned car, pick up my meds, and for taking Tommy out for some guy time. In fact, thanks to our whole family from GGL — all of our wonderful friends (guys and gals alike). Your support to both Tom and I hasn’t gone unnoticed.
Lastly, my soul sister. Cathy Higgins. Girl, if you ever doubted we were SS’s, all you had to do was sit in my room at Hamot and look across the hall to what was your room when you received your GBM diagnosis. I was put in that room for a reason. It was a constant reminder to follow your beautiful lead. To handle this bump in the road with grace and dignity, laughter more than tears, and with positive attitudes all around. We’re connected baby-girl. You have a lump, I have spots/sparkles. But, both of our brains are beauties!
I’m sorry if I’ve missed someone on the list. We’ll blame the spots and sparkles, call it a day and know that I’m grateful to everyone!!
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