As I hung up, I received another call, this time from the nurse at my husband Richard’s group home. She reported Richard was ill and that it could be pneumonia. We reviewed the specifics of his health care directive in case he needed to quickly go to the hospital. She told me the staff was watching him carefully, awaiting X-ray results and a call back from the clinic.
I stayed at work, trying to focus, while I waited for an update. I had a strong passion for my purple yoga mat which of course was sitting where I’d forgotten it, next to my back door at home. On my lunch break I instead played with my iPad and looked at peaceful pictures of animals and flowers. Anything to try and calm down.
Before leaving work, the tree company called back to say it was looking better for the roof. And then I had my update from the nurse. Richard didn’t have pneumonia after all, but a nasty infection.
I drove to visit Richard shortly afterwards and fed him his dinner. I was so happy he’d started to eat again, and to find he was trying to talk a little. But this time he chosen two different words to speak, not the usual “Hi, yup, thanks.”
“Oh God,” he’d proclaim, each time his nose would start to run like a faucet between bites of his beautiful blueberries.
I smiled. Then I laughed, wiping his nose with tissues.
That’s what he always used to say when he was sick. I haven’t heard him speak those two short words for a very long time.
Oh God, its been one good day after all.
And I’m thankful.