Corona Letters #3

Dear Fellow Quarantiners,

Well, the inevitable has happened and we have our first confirmed case in our town.   On the positive side, this brought out much concern and well wishes from the community on our town Facebook group.   On the negative side, it also brought out the witch hunters.   For some reason people feel like they deserve to know who this person is and where they have been.   No.  You have no right to that information.   However, I think what you should assume is that they have been everywhere and touched everything.   I'm not saying you should live your life in fear but you should be prudent and use all the precautions the CDC and mothers everywhere are advising, "Stay home, wash your hands, and don't touch your face."  the end.    If the person who has the confirmed case is reading this then I wish you a safe recovery.

I keep hearing about parents of teenagers and college students who are letting their kids go over to each other's houses so they aren't lonely.   Can you please just stop?  Do you realize how irresponsible this is?  How truly dangerous?   If you have five kids over and one of those kids has the virus and is asymptomatic, you haven't only just exposed the other kids, you've exposed their families, including people who might be vunerable.   In other words, your need for your kid not to be lonely could absolutely result in someone's death.  Please. Just. Stop.

I think we've all read a lot of comparisons between the conoravirus and the flu.  People say, "But we don't react this way to the flu.  Why are we overreacting?"  There are many scientists and other very intelligent people who will explain over and over again that this is not the flu and that it's way more contagious, etc.

But, what if instead of saying, "we don't act this way for the flu?" we took some lessons from this whole corona virus thing and applied them to the flu?   For example, what if parents kept their sick children home from school instead of giving them Advil when their fever spikes and sending them on their way?   And, what if when one member in your house gets the flu, every one stayed home until it made it's inevitable way through the household?  We all know that everyone is contagious well before they are symptomatic, so why not just nip that in the bud?   And lastly, but maybe most importantly, could we please let students and employees of all kinds be sick at home without being penalized?  How many of us have gone to work or school sick, because we are worried about the consequences if we don't?   What if we always gave each other permission to be sick and stay home?  What if schools were more flexible with make up work and employers said, "we will manage without you for however long you need."  I know this isn't practical in all industries, but perhaps we could get closer to this mindset.   It's okay to be sick and slow down.    Keeping people home will pretty much stop any virus in it's tracks.  Let's hold on to this lesson.

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I so wish our President would stop calling this virus the "Chinese virus".  First of all, dude, it has a name, use it.  Second of all, can you stop being so divisive in these troubling times?  We need leadership that is unifying right now.  This is just so awful and there is already so much sinophobia out there right now, can you please not encourage it.   I mean, we could start using the adjective "white" to all the horrific things white people have done.  Do you REALLY want that to happen.  Think about it.   And start using the right name for the virus!!!

(On a side note, I just learned this weekend that Covid-19 stood for COrona VIrus Disease - 2019 this passed weekend.  I guess I'm just thick, but I wanted to share that for those of you who are also thick. You're welcome)

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Thoughts on the need for connection:

We haven't been quarantined for very long but yesterday I was binge watching a bunch of shows on Netflix and one thing I noticed pretty frequently is how much people touched each other.    I'm not just talking about hugs and kisses but simple touches between people who knew each other, intimately or otherwise.  It's what people do.  It's part of being human.   But, we can't do that right now and that is terribly sad and isolating.   I felt twinges of jealousy watching these fictional characters interacting in a way that just isn't possible for us right now.    How lovely it will be when this virus is over and we can just enjoy the simple "luxury" of just being together with the people we love and not have to worry about "social distancing".

It reminds we of how I feel when I watch a movie from before the year 2000.   You will see crowds of people congregated in public and they are all talking to each other and enjoying each other's company but something is wrong and you can't quite put your finger on it until you realize that they aren't using cell phones.    Everyone is just enjoying each other's company without distraction.

This is another positive lesson we can take from this virus.  When it is over, let's just enjoy each other's company.   We all need human connection without distraction.  Let's be better at that.

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In the numbers,

There is one person in my town who has been confirmed with the coronavirus.  I still don't know anyone personally in my town, or elsewhere with the virus.

Yesterday, China had no new cases.  Yay China!

Italy has yet to plateau.  Hang in there Italy!

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On a personal note,

 My husband spent the entire day at Mass General Hospital yesterday where his mom had lung surgery.  The surgery went well and she's recovering well.   We have spent quite a bit of time at Mass General in the last couple months,  meeting with her doctors, and creating a treatment plan.  This hospital is the largest hospital in a city known for it's hospitals.  And, it's usually hustling and bustling with activity like Grand Central Station.  My husband was amazed at how quiet it was there yesterday.   If there was a buzz of activity, it was a silent hum behind closed doors.  He was impressed with the friendliness of all the staff he encountered, from the bottom up, and the precautions they were all taking to keep the hospital safe for those who need it.   Luckily, they are not currently overwhelmed and they are able to serve everyone, including people with things other than coronavirus, who needs their high quality kind of care.
We are so grateful for this and we thank everyone who is doing their part to stay home, flattening the curve, and giving the hospitals a fighting chance at taking care of everyone who needs it!

Take Care!  Stay Connected!  Stay Virus Free!

Deb

Corona Letters #2

Dear Fellow Quarantiners,

I am not sure if quarantiner is a word, but I'm making it one.  That's a perk of being a writer.  Just ask Dr. Seuss.
Right now it seems like we are either making way too big deal over this virus, or it just hasn't hit us yet.  Everything I see and read tells me it's the latter, but I am still seeing a ton of precautions being taken, and very little actual illness.   And, I'll take it.  I really, really hope it stays this way.

That being said, I think this virus and ignited a huge epidemic of hypochondria.   Every cough, every sneeze, every scratchy throat could be "it".   People sneeze once and quickly lock themselves in their rooms for 14 days.    Of course, it is also allergy season, so it could be that.

Can we talk about school for a minute?

First of all, I just want to say how grateful I am that I no longer have a child in K-12.  My heart goes out to these parents.   Quite suddenly they have found themselves working from home and somehow need to make sure their kids do educational activities and don't fall behind.  That's a tall order.   Not only that, but they can't even take a break with a play date, or a trip to the playground, zoo or aquarium.   That's a whole new kind of hell.  My hat is tipped in admiration to these parents who try to navigate this new reality.   AND, let's not forget the poor parents of quarantined teenagers. Oh. you. poor. people.   Telling a teenager that they are stuck at home with their parents and siblings, and can't "hang out" with their friends is equivalent to hmmmmm.   I can't think of anything that wouldn't be insensitive to say in these dire times.   Let me just say that I am soooo sorry.   I hope this ends soon.

And then there are the college students.   These poor kids.  And yes, they are kids.   Maybe it's because I'm the mother of a college student but I am so sympathetic to this group.   This is the best time of year to be on campus.   You can smell spring in the air.  People are venturing outside again, most roommate issues have been resolved.  For freshman, their tribe of friends is becoming solidified.  Seniors are starting a series of lasts, last shows, last games, last concerts and of course, graduation.   Poof.  It's all gone.   Move home.   You can't come back until September.  Or ever, if you're a senior.
I see that some graduations are going virtual while others are being postponed.  This stinks for the students and parents alike.   Graduation is such a rite of passage and is such a profound moment of closure.  This chapter of your life is over.   But, instead everything is nebulous and the kids are left back in the childhood bedrooms, scratching their heads, wondering what just happened.  But, don't forget to do your on-line work!!!

And let's talk about that on-line work for a minute.  These kids are all supposed to use the same app to "attend" class.   Yup.  Every college in the country is pretty much using the same group meeting app.   Every home is filled with people going on line and trying to work or study from home.  If that is not a set up for disaster I don't know what is.   My daughter has already had trouble with the app suddenly dropping her in the middle of the class.   I'm sure she's not the only one.   I feel bad for the students, but also the teachers, I don't know how they can possibly grade anything this semester under these circumstances.

Good Luck to all the students K- senior year of college!  Good Luck to all the teachers, trying their best to teach remotely!  And, good luck to all the parents of children every age trying to keep everyone engaged, fed, and not killing each other!  May the odds be ever in your favor!

In transportation news,

Some people still need to go to work and use public transportation.   This week, Boston decided that it would reduce the number of trains and buses because the number of commuters has significantly decreased.    My daughter, who commutes to work on public transport, told me yesterday that this had created a whole new kind of catastrophe, overcrowding.   Fewer trains and buses meant MORE people on those trains and buses, exactly what the world is trying to avoid.

This morning I saw that Boston had upped the number of buses and trains for this exact reason.   I'm guessing that my daughter was not the only one who was concerned about this problem.  I'm glad to see they are being so pro-active about this issue.  Sometimes the world suprises me in a good way.

In sports news,

Yesterday Boston took a brief respite from the coronavirus to mourn the departure of Tom Brady from the Patriots.   Personally, I don't care all that much but I thought I'd be remiss if I didn't mention this tidbit of info that distracted an entire region of the country from a pandemic for an entire day.   I'm sorry for your loss New England.   He was. a legend, who may or may not have deflated a football.

In social media,

Facebook is still a buzz with the latest coronavirus updates.  San Francisco has issued a "shelter in place" order.   And, this finds millions rushing to google what "shelter in place" means and how it is different from what everyone is already doing.   Kansas has cancelled public school for the rest of the year.  God Bless the parents in Kansas.   Tom Hanks continues to amuse us all with his funny coronavirus tweets from down under, making us all love him even more than we already did.    Funny music parodies are starting to pop up.   "Covid-19" sung to the tune of "Come on Eileen!" is particularly funny.

Numbers,

Lots more people have coronavirus in the US and I feel fortunate that I still don't know any of them.  There are a couple cases in neighboring towns so it's getting closer but hasn't burst our bubble yet.  Just a matter of time "they" say.

Personal note,

On a personal note, my husband took his mother to the busiest hospital in Boston for lung surgery today.   We thought it might be canceled, but "fortunately" her case was serious enough that it wasn't considered "elective".   The surgery is scary enough, but now my husband and mother in law are possibly being exposed to everything in a hospital that is kind of the epicenter of coronavirus treatment in Boston.   So far, we've been keeping our house pretty safe and suddenly we feel very exposed.    Sometimes you have to decide which is worse, the possibility of exposure to this virus and/or attending another insidious disease.  In this case, the latter was chosen and we will find out if this was the right choice.  But, this is the very reason we all need to "flatten the curve".  My mother in law is able to have this necessary surgery because at this point the hospitals are not overcrowded with coronavirus patients.    Quarantining ourselves allows ALL medical needs to be taken care of and for this we are grateful.

I guess that's it for today.

Take Care!  Stay Connected!  Stay virus free!

Deb

Corona Letters #1

Dear fellow quarantiners,
This isn't really a blog.  This is more of a free form letter.   I make no promises about my grammar (sorry to my grammarian friends).  I also make no promise of making sense.  I was watching a video about what Italians would have told themselves ten days ago and that made me want to chronicle things better.  So, I've decided that I'm going to write a daily letter, to myself and whoever might be interested in reading it.
Things seem to change very quickly these days and I might miss some of the nuances if I don't write things down.   I'll try to weave the personal with the impersonal so it won't be just about me and my little corner of the world, but that is what I know the most about.

Ten days ago I was at a funeral for a dear friend.  The news of this virus was just starting to seep into our collective consciouses, and no real precautions were being taken yet.  There were lots of hugs at the funeral.  SOOOO many hugs.   Some of us might have been thinking "Should we be doing this?"  But we did.  We were sad and the only thing that seemed to comfort us was human contact.
This past weekend many of us that attended the funeral were commenting how the funeral couldn't have happened these mere seven days later.  To have that big a group of people together? crying and hugging?  Unthinkable.  Irresponsible.   I am so grateful that we were able to celebrate her life before the hammer came down.

Another friend had been at a wedding at the same time  and she said the mother of the bride had told her that had the wedding been just one week later, it would have had to have been cancelled.   Just one week.

A week ago stores had toilet paper, purell, and meats of all kinds.   Not so much now.

It has all changed daily.

Last week people were going to work.  No more.
Last week kids were going to school.  No more.
And the poor college kids.   The colleges seemed to change their decisions on a daily basis.  "Schools out for two weeks", "Wait, three weeks" "Never mind, it's closing tomorrow for the semester.  Please pack up all your belongings."

Then there is social distancing.

Being around people who aren't your family, that you live with, is frowned up.   Well, it's more than frowned upon, it's highly discouraged and may be a felony in some states (just kidding).  But, it might be in the near future.

My side porch has never seen so much action.  In the past few days, I have left things out there for people that just "disappear" with no knocks on the door, or even a shout out through a cracked door saying, "I got it!  Thanks!"    Things have also been left there for me, usually accompanied by a text, "check your porch".

I have managed to take walks with some friends.  We keep our distance though and we don't greet each other with the accustomed hugs.  It is weird.  It is really weird.

We send each other photos of food, drinks, and pets to stay in touch.  Who am I kidding, we do that all the time, but now it's definitely more frequently.

We say we need to get off social media and need to stop reading about the virus but we don't.

Speaking of the virus, here's where we are today, 3/17/2020:

Our state has closed all schools and all restaurants for the next 3 weeks.   We are still allowed to get take out but that's it.   People should stay home from work if they can.

The president has said that we should stay in our homes for 15 days, to slow the spread, and only go out if absolutely necessary.

Basically, that's what everyone is saying.  Let's "flatten the curve".

Personally, I don't know anyone who has been officially diagnosed.  There hasn't been anyone in my town who has been officially diagnosed yet.  That I know of.

And luckily, I don't personally know anyone who has died from the virus.

I read a quote that said, "We will never know if we over-reacted to the virus, but we would definitely know if we under reacted."   I don't know who said this to attribute it to, but I believe it to be true.

There still aren't enough test kits.  More people need to be tested.  I wrote recently how my daughter took her friend to an urgent care clinic with many of the symptoms but they had no test kits available.  That really opened my eyes to the situation.  Because, she was a college student, and without a diagnosis she was probably going to continue to spread the virus if she did indeed have it.  College students don't quarantine themselves unless they have to, in my experience.   Luckily, she appears she didn't have it.   And, as a result of her not having it, my daughter and all the people she had contact with, did not catch it.   Not yet anyway.   It really made me see how quickly things could get out of hand without adequate testing.   Just imagine a bunch of college students infecting each other, and then getting sent home and infecting their families, their communities, etc.

It sounds like they are trying to get more tests out there, and multiple companies are not creating their own versions.   But, is it already too late?  I guess only time will tell.

It seems like life has slowed down for everybody really quickly and people are adjusting to a new normal, that will probably be our normal for a while.

The past two mornings I have woken up and had to plan my day in a totally different way, and I think "what am I going to do to be productive today?" has been one of the top things to pop into my head.  I wonder if other people think this too.   I'm so used to waking up and having my day already planned for me with gym visits, appointments, and other things.   All those things don't exist anymore so my days need to be re-defined.   Being productive is different too.  Today I finished reading a book.  That made my morning productive.  In other times, that would be a lazy morning.   Do other people feel the same way?

As I stated earlier, this is a very informal letter, kind of like a public diary I guess.   I want to keep better track of the daily changes we are all experiencing.   I hope I continue to not know anyone with the virus.

Take Care!  Stay connected! Stay Virus free!

Deb

Love in the Time of Coronavirus

keeping a safe distance

I keep hearing jokes about all the babies that are going to be born nine months from now with all the self-quarantining going on and all I can think is,

"Well, that doesn't sound like social distancing at all."

But seriously, most people I know are trying their hardest to keep everyone around them safe.  This is what love in the time of Coronavirus is, figuring how we, the individual, can do the least amount of damage to our communities and the people we love for the duration of this crazy time in history.  This seems to mean, contrary to normal times, distancing ourselves from those we love most.

So, what does that look like?

It looks like couples who choose to keep a physical distance from each other after one of them has travelled home or abroad.    Refraining from hugs, kisses or anything else until good health has been confirmed.

It looks like elderly parents having no visits from any family.  None whatsoever.   Any sniffle, any sneeze could be lethal so it is best for everyone to stay away.   Leave groceries on the doorstep.  Keep in contact via FaceTime or Skype if they can figure out how to use it.  Just stay away.

It looks like middle-aged parents telling their young adult children to not come home because an elderly grandmother is residing with them and they cannot risk getting her sick so they make the sacrifice of not seeing their own children to keep grandma safe.

It looks like a college student driving her friend to urgent care who has all the symptoms of the virus, knowing that this could expose and endanger her and will make it necessary for her to keep a distance from her family.

It looks like parents self-quarantining themselves with a college student who has been sent home early from a study abroad program.  The college student has been strongly advised to self-quarantine for two weeks so the parents agree to self-quarantine too.   Groceries and "medicinal" liquor is purchased before the student's plane even touches ground and then the family retreats behind close doors for two weeks, doors proverbially locked, with a vow to see no one but each other.

It looks like empty nester parents all over the country, the world, cancelling vacation plans at the last minute because their student's schools are sending students home.  And, the parents realize the importance of being home for their children who are coming home in a dazed, confused state wondering what just happened.   Sure, they could be on a beach with margaritas in their hands, but being with their children is better, right?

It looks like young friends in college having to say goodbye to their campus friends not knowing when or if they will be seeing each other again.  Some will go abroad, some will graduate (with or without a graduation?), some will move to distant cities.   These friends say goodbye with long hugs because no one is there to stop them and say, "that's just not safe" and they've they spent the last few months in close proximity anyway.   It's far too late for them to "be safe".  If the virus lives amongst them, it lives in all of them already.  One last hug will not change that.

It looks like these same young people returning home, keeping in touch with friends down the street via text and FaceTime instead of hanging out at each other's houses, laying on each others couches with legs and arms all intertwined, like they have always done.  They haven't seen each other in weeks or months.  They don't want to infect each other with whatever they might have brought home.

It looks likes older, long time friends greeting each other in wide open, outdoor "safe" spaces with a head nod or a foot bump instead of a big hug, when a big hug is exactly what we all need.

It looks like hoarding frozen veggies, Lysol wipes, and toilet paper so the people we love can remain well fed, healthy and have clean bottoms for the remainder of this crisis.

It looks like constant texts going back and forth, all day, between friends and family who can't see each other asking "do you have enough food?  Wipes?  Toilet paper?"  and if not, it looks like taking from your own supply and leaving a roll of TP on the doorstep of an unfortunate friend with a dirty bottom.

It looks like constant texts going back and forth, all day, between friends and family who can't see each other asking "are you okay?  Are yours okay?  Is anyone sick? I love you."

It looks like your sick daughter coming home to get something she needs, but unable to come into the house and risk infecting those within.  It looks like sitting a couple feet away from her on your doorsteps\ even though every cell in you wants to reach over and hug her.  It looks like walking her to her car and leaning against the passenger side while she leans against the driver side facing you.  She looks at you in a pitiful way that you have never seen before and says, "this is sad."  Yes it is.   You hold each others gaze for a while, unable to hold each other.   You tell each other "I love you" and then she gets in the car and leaves.

This is love in the time of Coronavirus.

Things I've Learned From My One-Eyed Dog

I have only one eye.  Can you even tell?

As I discussed in my last post, my dog had to have his eye removed a few weeks ago.  This surgery was unexpected and left us, his people, pretty sad and distraught.   But Teddy, well, he took it all in stride.   Here are some things I have learned in the last few weeks from my one-eyed dog:

1.   You can wake up to a totally different reality.  Go with it.

Teddy basically went to sleep with two eyes and woke up with one.  The vet said he was almost completely blind in the bad eye so we don't even know if he noticed it was gone.  In any case, he woke up and was like, "huh, okay, I guess this is how it is now."   I mean, Teddy can't verbally complain, so we don't know if he was upset about this new reality but he also didn't crawl under the covers and eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's either so there's that.

or is he?

2.   Don't get hung up on what you don't have, be grateful for what you've got.

Again, Teddy can't talk so we don't know what's really going on in his head but we have reason to believe he is grateful.   When my husband picked him up just hours after surgery, Teddy ran to him with a frantically wagging tail.    We wouldn't have blamed him if his coned head had been hanging in shame and his tail was down with the thought bubble hovering over his head said something like, "Don't look at me!  I'm hideous!"  But, nope, he wagged his tail and the thought bubble clearly said, "You're here!  I'm here!  I still have one eye!  This is all fabulous!"

3.  Old dogs can learn new tricks.

Teddy had a cone on his head.  This was probably the thing that annoyed him the most about losing an eye.   It meant that eating, drinking and finding a proper place to "do his business" were all more difficult.   We taught him how to approach his food bowl in a new way so that the cone wouldn't act like a shovel and leave scattered kibble all over the kitchen.  It took him several failed attempts to learn, and many turned over bowls of kibble and water.  It might have been easier to just spoon feed and bottle feed him, but by learning a new way he could eat and drink when he wanted and didn't have to rely on us. I think this was a good motivator for him.   It might have been even more difficult to find a place to "do his business" outside since at the time we had lots of snow and his cone acted like a shovel that would quickly fill with snow as he sniffed.  Then he'd shake his head to get rid of the snow and just end up with a sad face full of snow.   His solution to this problem was to abandon all sniffing and just pee as soon as he was placed on the ground.   This brings me to the next point:

4.  Shit happens.

Figuratively and literally.   When Teddy had back surgery six years ago, I was worried about his ability to, for lack of another way to put it, poop.   The vet assured me that poop will eventually come out whether he "tries" or not.   "It will just come out" he said, "Maybe not at the best time or place, but that's the way it works".   I won't indulge you with details, but the vet was right.

In a more figurative sense, we had gone to the vet thinking Teddy was having back problems again and ended up with a one eyed dog.
If I had a dime for every time that happened!  JK
But, I do know that sometimes one problem leads to another, potentially bigger problem, and we can't make problems, or shit, go away by ignoring it.
Just as the vet said, "Shit happens."

5.  Being here with one eye is better than not being here at all.

We had about five minutes to decide if he was going to have surgery.   The choice was clear, "Take out his eye, or take him out altogether."  It was a pretty clear choice.

I think sometimes when I'm making a tough decision I should consider that whatever I'm doing, and no matter how difficult it may be, it is better to be here with one eye or (fill in the blank) than not here at all.  Always choose here.

6.  Always shower and get a hair cut before any major surgery.

Okay this is a silly one but still important.  Teddy needed to be groomed BEFORE his surgery and we just didn't have the time to factor that in before his very necessary surgery.  Now, he can't have a bath or a haircut for weeks, and to be quite honest, he stinks.

Never underestimate the importance of good grooming before surgery.  Smell good.

7.  Every day you are here is special

When Teddy went into surgery there was a chance he would not survive and my husband and I had made the difficult decision to sign a DNR (see number 8) because life saving measures can be traumatic to an almost twelve year old dog.   As I drove home in an empty car I thought about how everything had happened so quickly we didn't have a chance to do some of his favorite things with him, such as a romp in his favorite park, share a burger with him, or have a snuggle on the couch.  I found myself wishing that we had snuck him a McDonalds hamburger before his surgery, so if he didn't make it, he would at least die with a happy belly (I know, McDonalds rarely leads to a happy belly, but still).    I was worried we would never get the chance to spoil him again.   When he came home, we all instinctively doted on him.   He had lots of snuggles and lots of treats.  And now I carry a hamburger with me in my purse at all times in case of another emergency, possibly deadly surgery.  You just never know.   Every day that you are here is special, treat it as such.

8.   Don't ever sign a DNR with your child in the room.  It doesn't matter how old they are.

If your pet was the childhood pet of your children it's probably best to not have them in the room when, and if, you sign your pet's DNR, it doesn't matter how old they are at the current moment.  After all, this could be the pet who was dressed in tutus for their family living room ballet performances, or put in a cape for daring feats, this could be the pet that listened to the latest drama in their social circle and ALWAYS sided with your child, this could be the pet was their friend when they felt very lonely.   It's a very sad thing that childhood pets can not stay with us throughout are entire lives.  So, perhaps when a vet starts talking about a DNR while your twenty year old is in the room it might be best to say,  "Wouldn't you like to get a snack from the vending machine?"   Or, like us, you could just let your child remain and let them leave the room sobbing with the words, "I don't think I should be here for this!!" trailing after them.

  

Later, after we got the call that Teddy had survived the surgery my husband and I both expressed relief that the DNR didn't have to be used.   Our daughter yelled at us, "You mean you signed it?!?!?!"
"Um.  Yes.  He's almost twelve and recuscitation could be very hard on his old body." we said.
"I had assumed this whole time that you would tell the vet that we aren't those kind of people, that we want him saved no matter what!  I can't believe you signed it!  You are horrible people" she screamed and with that she stormed out of the room.

Perhaps now is not the time to tell her that Grandma has a DNR too?

9.  Every challenge life gives us is an opportunity for a new wardrobe.

Pirate costume.  Need I say more?

10.  Ever challenge life gives us is an opportunity for a new career.

Pirate.  Enough said.

11.   Survival instinct is real.

Teddy has had two surgeries in his life.  When he was six he had major back surgery and now, at almost twelve, he had an eye removed.   I'm sure that Teddy knows that we will take care of him but his instincts tell him something else.   Hours after surgery he pulled himself up to standing position so he could go eat, drink, and pee.   We could help him I suppose but we know it's better for him to do these things himself, because ultimately, all any of us can truly rely on is ourselves.
I suppose if Teddy had the option to lay in a hospital bed with a catheter and someone delivering him steak, chicken and burgers on a cafeteria tray while watching the Mandalorian he might not be so inclined to get himself moving.   Perhaps it is better that he does not know that is an option.

Mandalorian?  Is that Baby Yoda on the TV?

12.  Don't plan too much for an unknown future.

My husband and I agreed long ago that we would not pay any more big hospital bills for our elderly dog.   And yet, the decision was easy for both of us when push came to shove.  Rationality doesn't come into play when a beloved pet is involved.  Or a grandma I suppose 😜


Also, who knows what the future holds for any of us?   As stated earlier, eat the steak, go for the romp in the woods, snuggle.

13.   Don't fret so much about how you look.  The ones who truly love you see beyond the surface, and they are the only ones that matter.

First post-surgery pic

If I'm being honest, Teddy is not the best looking dog at this point.    He is quite overweight - okay he's fat - and he limps when he walks, he has one eye, and as I've pointed out earlier he needs a good grooming.   Yup.  He's that smelly kid that no one wants to sit next to on the bus.   But, it really doesn't matter to any of us, his people, because he is still absolutely 100% our beloved Teddy.  That's all he'll ever be.

I will end this blog with this very fitting quote by Margery Williams from the Velveteen Rabbit.  I used to believe that this quote only applied to stuffed animals and other inanimate, but beloved, objects but now I know better.

"You become.  It takes a long time.  That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.  Bet these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

Who's a good boy?

A One-Eyed Dog and a Three Legged Pig

I took my dog to the Vet thinking that he was experiencing issues with his chronically bad back.  He didn't want to walk or eat which, with him,  was usually indicative of back pain.   So, we went off to the vet for what I thought would be a quick visit, and that we would leave with a prescription for steroids in hand, and after that he would improve quickly.

That's not quite how it went.

The vet was giving him a quick once over and seemed quite concerned about his eye.  It was a milky blue color, and to be honest, I hadn't really noticed the color change.  She took out some tools and was intently investigating every aspect of his eye.  In my head I'm thinking, "But, it's his back that is the problem."   She wasn't even looking at his back.   Then she said, "He seems to have a mass in his eye, and I think he needs to see an ophthalmologist to decide if the eye needs to be removed."   And I'm thinking, "Silly Vet, it's not his eye, it's his back."

Did she just say Mass?   Did she just say Ophthalmologist?   What was happening here?

I don't know why, but as she was talking to me about my dog's eye, a story about a three-legged pig that was my grandfather's favorite joke started to run on repeat in my head.   My grandfather died when I was twelve and he never had the chance to give me sage advice as a grown up, but he did tell me this joke:

A Man is driving by a farm and sees a three legged pig with a wooden leg walking through the fields. He finds this sight curious and stops to ask this farmer about his pig. The farmer tells him, "Well, you see, this here pig is a good pig. Just last spring he found me bucket loads of truffles in yonder woods. Made me a small fortune."

The man said, "That is a wonderful story, but it doesn't explain the wooden leg."

The Vet tells me that I need to take my dog to a nearby veterinary hospital as she doesn't have the necessary tools.  So, I drive the 45 minutes to the hospital where they tell me I am going to have to wait until the busy ophthalmologist can squeeze us in.   I call my husband and daughter to tell them where I am and what is going on to which they reply, "Wait. I thought it was his back?"   Then they both tell me that they are dropping everything and coming to the hospital.

The farmer tells the man "This here pig is a good pig.   This pig curls up every night with my little girl who is scared of the dark.   This here pig just snuggles right up with her and the two of them sleep soundly until the sun rises."

The man scratches his head.   "That is so sweet to hear.  But, it still doesn't explain the wooden leg."

We are in the waiting room for a good three or four hours.   In that time we realize just how much people love their pets.   People don't come to this hospital for routine check ups and immunizations.  They are here because their pet is either really hurt, or really ill.  We see a 150 lb man carrying in his 100 lb dog.  Holding him like a baby.  They both look so distressed.   A tech greets him and immediately starts petting the dog and talking in a soothing tone to them both.  You can see them both relax.   I comment to my husband that the people who work there are so kind and clearly love animals.  It is a much kinder place than a people hospital.   Clearly animals are easier to love than most people.   I mean they don't talk back, they can't be as demanding and they respond really well to a simple pat and a "Who's a good boy/girl?"    There is a mother/daughter pair who have brought in a very ill cat.  The cat seems like he's not going to last long.   The daughter is an adult but has Down syndrome and is very worried about the cat.   The mother looks at the cat in the cage who is struggling to breathe and knows that this isn't going to end well.   When the daughter leaves to go to the bathroom the mother whispers to me, "I don't know how she's going to deal with this.   She loves that cat."  My heart breaks for the mother, the daughter and the cat.    We see a couple leaving who have just put their dog down.   The man is big, bald and burly and has tattoos coming up his neck.  He is sobbing.   The sight of this man crying makes my daughter and I cry but we try not to let them see.   They can barely bring themselves to leave the hospital without their beloved dog.   My daughter hugs our dog more tightly.

The farmer tells the man, "This here is a good pig.  This pig always knows the best place in my fields to plant my crops.  Every year he just goes out there and and scratches where I should plant and I haven't had a failed crop yet.  Not since this here pig has been around."

At this point the man is getting kind of irritated.   "Well, sir, these are all wonderful stories and great examples of why your pig is such a good pig but it still doesn't tell me why he has a wooden leg."

"Well," says the farmer....

After a few hours, they finally take our dog to be examined by the ophthalmologist.    He's gone for a while.  I keep thinking about the tumor in his eye and the couple that just left without their dog.  Our dog is twelve years old.  He is not the healthiest dog.    He had surgery on his back six years ago that he almost didn't survive.   My husband and I agreed at that time that we wouldn't spend a lot more money on this dog.   He has had a good life, but it's one thing to spend money on a 6 year old dog, and another thing to spend a lot of money on a 12 year old dog.    Right?   Eventually, the ophthalmologist calls us in and explains that our dog's eye definitely needs to come out.  But, first we need to do extensive tests to see if the cancer has spread throughout the body.   If the cancer was everywhere, taking his eye out would not do him much good, and we would have to ponder a much more difficult decision.   Tears fill all our eyes.  We understand what he means.  They outline all the associated costs for us, the tests, the anesthesia, the medicines and the eye removal itself.  It is definitely over the budget of this 12 year old dog's life.   We stare at the screen.   The choice is clear.  We have a one-eyed dog or no dog at all.   But, first we need to find out if it's just the eye.

My husband and I don't even exchange words.   We tell the doctor to go ahead, "do all the tests", and we metaphorically hand him our credit card.    

"This here is a good pig.  He made me buckets of money finding truffles, he helps my daughter sleep every night, and he tells me where to plant my crops.  This here is a great pig!"

And then the farmer says, 

"You don't eat a pig like him all at once!"

Our dog endured many tests to see what the inside of his body looked like.  It wasn't perfect, but he was deemed healthy enough to have and endure the surgery.  We gave the doctors the green light, and his diseased eye was removed.   Luckily, they told us, it hadn't metastasized and he should have some good time left with us.  

Whew!  

After all, he's a very good dog.  He saved our daughter from a terrible fear of all animals.  He saved our other daughter when enduring an extremely difficult time in her life.   He gives us all love every day, whether we deserve it or not.  That there is a great dog.   You don't get rid of a dog like him all at once.

Thanks for the sage advice Grandpa, even if it was a joke.

Now excuse me while I go eat some bacon and pet my one eyed dog.

The Circle of Life, the Unicorn addition

My husband and I sit in the garage wondering what we will find when we go inside.
"Do you think they tried to cook?"  I ask with great trepidation in my voice.
"Do you think they tried to go upstairs?" he asks with a look of fear.
Then we both say, "Do you think anyone got hurt??!?!"

No.  We are not talking about young children or teenagers.
We are discussing our parents who have been visiting for the holiday week.

It's amazing how quickly life turns topsy-turvy.   Not too long ago our parents would join us for the holidays and help by entertaining the kids, or with the cooking and cleaning.   Now our children are in their early twenties and suddenly they are the ones with the extra hands who swing in to lend a helping hand.

I watch as my daughter ties my father's shoes because his bad knees prevent him from doing the job.  I see her making bunny ears with the laces just like he taught her to and the irony isn't loss on me.  "Is that tight enough?" she asks, echoing a question that was asked of her just twenty short years ago.
My kids fetch them drinks (scotch instead of apple juice) and snacks, even sneaking chocolate into their hands right before dinner with a smile and a wink.

"Did you just give her chocolate?!" I scream from the kitchen.
"No" my daughter replies.
"You're going to ruin her dinner you know" I shout.

While my children seem to enjoy returning every sweet gesture that their grandparents ever bestowed on them 20 some years ago, my husband and I feel like we are in a house run amok by geriatric toddlers.

"When was the last time they ate?" we ask each other.  "How much did she eat?" "Is she drinking enough water?"  We are on tag team duty trying to not leave them on their own for too long.  My mother will try to do too much.  My mother in law will not eat or drink without being reminded.   My father will force every one in the house to watch hours of football on volume 100.

Before I go to the grocery store I ask everyone if they want anything, "No!" they collectively say, "I'm sure we'll be fine with what you have here."  Sure.  Okay.

I get home and have just finished unloading the groceries when my mother asks if we have soup.  "Um," I think, "I'm not sure."   I want to remind her that I just asked a half an hour ago if she wanted anything from the store and that she had not requested anything.   Instead I dig through the pantry in search of soup.  I find a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup - the "Frozen" edition - with princess noodles.   "How about this?" I ask.  She sneers at the can. "I don't like that kind."   I half expect her to lay on the floor and have a full blown tantrum.  "Well, it's all I've got" I say and she whimpers. "Fine.  I guess I'll have it then."   Not long after I warm up the soup my father comes in to ask if I have chips.  "Did you ask me to get chips at the store?" I ask, my patience waning.  "I just thought you'd already have them." he says.  "Well I don't" I say and toss him a bag of salty almonds. "These will have to do the trick."    He mumbles something and takes the nuts.  

Taking them anywhere is tricky.   I remember when my kids were little my friend and I would talk at the end of the day and discuss our days in terms of how many "ins" and "outs" of the cars we had to manage.   We would kind of brag and at the same time lament any day that involved getting in and out of the car more that five times.  "Today I had to go the pediatrician with a sick kid, then to CVS, then to Blockbuster (yeah, remember that), then to the grocery store and then another kid spiked a fever so it was back to the doctor and then back to CVS."   And, of course when your kids are little and you are the only one home, you have to schlepp all the kids everywhere.  Luckily, geriatric toddlers can be left in the car alone for short periods of time, or home alone.   But there is some risk involved.   A geriatric toddler who has been living in Florida for an extended period of time cannot survive in temps lower than 60 degrees for more than 15 minutes apparently.  Kind of a problem in New England in November.  So you either have to leave the car idling which is frowned upon in these global warming times, or you have to bring them into the store with you where, like their younger toddler counterparts, they will start asking for things. "Ohhhh.  Is that chocolate?  Can we get ice cream?"   Or, maybe, they will have to say hello to everyone in the store and giggle at their Boston accents, out loud.  "Did he just say Mahk?  HeeHee"   "Yes.  He did.  Mark is the other employee's name."  "But he said Mahk" (followed by lots of giggling).

Geriatric toddlers are not an easy bunch but there were some moments that gave us satisfaction.  Like telling them all that they had to get in their pajamas before they could have ice-cream.   Off they ran! Well, actually, they kind of slowly rolled through the halls with their walkers but you get what I'm saying.   Then, one of them came downstairs and after already spending two nights here shamefully admitted, "I forgot to bring my pajamas."
This caused my husband and I some concern, "You forgot your pajamas?  What have you been sleeping in then?"    The defendant shrugged her shoulders.    I looked at one of my daughters. "Go find your grandmother some pajamas to wear."   She ran upstairs and came down with a pair of flannel pjs with a juvenile print that she had long outgrown.   They fit the ever shrinking grandmother perfectly who then sat and watched "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving" while contently eating her peppermint stick ice-cream.  Meanwhile, my daughter sat in another chair, not paying much attention to the TV because she was using her phone to send e-mails to people at school about an event that would be coming up after break.

It's funny how familiar everything seems.   The cozy pajamas, the Peanuts, the peppermint ice-cream, the distracted adult, it's a scene that's been played out probably hundreds of times in our family.   But the roles played by the resident players have decidedly changed, with my husband and I firmly sandwiched in the middle as our children become adults, and our parents become, well, the people in unicorn pajamas.

But I know that even my time in this place, the cream of the Oreo, the bologna in the sandwich, the pearl in the oyster is limited.   It's all so very limited.   Soon my tenure in the middle place will be over.    So, I will remember to take great care when tying my yet-to-be-born grandchildren's shoes, and will be sure to slip them some chocolate when no one is looking.     I understand now.

Because someday I'm sure I'll drive my own children crazy as I settle into my own unique version of geriatric toddlerhood.   And, I'll need someone to run upstairs and fetch me those unicorn pajamas.