Believe it or not, this is not the craziest stretch of life I’ve walked through.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nuts. It’s a psychotic, insane, you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me season.
But it’s not my first time feeling this way.
Never mind that. You’re all reading this because you want news about David. So, here it is:
Yesterday I went to work. David was feeling well when I left. He wanted some activities to distract him, so he volunteered to do some of Noelle’s school work with her and plant some seeds in our make-shift garden. He said the activity made him feel energized and refreshed.
Then came late afternoon.
echocardiogram – often referred to in the medical community as an ECHO, is a sonogram of the heart, otherwise known as a cardiac ultrasound (wikipedia).
Yes, the lady with the dreary white lab coat and short red hair meant me. Many people assume my name should be pronounced the exotic way.
Just so you know, it’s not exotic. It rhymes with one of my less-than-favorite fruits.
As a child, I had difficulty sucking in my stomach. My ballet teacher told me I had to stop standinglike a banana.
Maybe that’s why I got the nickname.
(shakes head) Now is not the time to bring up childhood torments.
Back to yesterday morning.
We have to go to the second floor, lab coat lady said (I never did find out her name).
I glanced at David. We’d spent the hour-and-a-half drive to the hospital laughing and singing and thinking, hey, this might be a date.
We’ve always had less-than-traditional dates. Read more