The Blog of mamapolo

Yesterday I engaged in a flurry of activity in the morning, trying to figure a way to extract some funds from our joint checking account (can't find the checks, lost the debit card - yes, I reported it). At last it was accomplished.

In the meantime, my cell phone battery had died. When at last I was in the car on my way to the hospital, I plugged in the cell car charger and immediately received notification of a voice mail. I accessed it and found it was from my supervisor at work, who explained that my husband had called my work phone from the hospital (He doesn't know I've been there all day, every day. Why, oh, why, didn't I have someone take videos as proof of my constancy?)

My work phone was routed to my boss, and he was surprised to find himself talking to my husband, and called me to let me know to return Tim's call. Why neither of them called the house is anybody's guess. 

When I called my husband's room, he answered! That sounds so simple and obvious, doesn't it? He answered audibly and cheerfully. He was glad to know I was on my way.

Upon arrival, I found the doctors had 'downsized' the trach and now the only breathing help he is getting is oxygen through the nose. His voice comes through much clearer, nearly normal. They plan to remove it completely in the next few days. Then he can begin learning to eat and drink again.

This is really about cherishing simple everyday things. The next time your significant other, or child, or parent, calls you, try to imagine how you would feel if you hadn't heard their voice on the phone for the better part of a month, how you would feel if during most of that month you feared you would never again hear their voice on the phone.

Perspective. I am learning perspective. A phone call? $1.00. The ability to make a phone call? Priceless. Receiving a phone call? A price above rubies.

Love,

Mama