THIS IS MY LIFE...LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT: 66 steps...
THIS IS MY LIFE...LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT: 66 steps...
My sister the Poet, the Professor, wrote this beautiful poem today... she says she can't write, but she can. And I think she captured perfectly the essence of our 33 years climbing those 66 steps to my parent's apartment, the top floor of a fourth floor walk up that had a ground floor lobby. So really, five flights. Sixty-six steps.
It's a lot to contemplate, as we adjust our lives to our new reality... the reality that Poppy may not be able to climb up and down those 66 steps... that they may have to move...
We went to see an apartment today. I liked it; I thought it could work although it had a few drawbacks. But I don't think it's "the one". And mostly I don't think it's "the one" because I could sense BigBear's distress rising. It's not "the one" enough for her to get over the fact that her life will change...
...so we keep looking...
We all went to see Poppy afterward. With a haircut and nice pajama bottoms he looks almost like himself... he's figured out how to knot the bottom of the extra pants leg on the inside so that it doesn't drag. He told us how they exercised him and had him practice life skills.
The Professor is fascinated by the "phantom limb" syndrome. Me, I'm mostly accepting of what is... it's funny that the "what is" doesn't really bother me but I am sad over the loss of "what was". Mostly I'm sad that Poppy has to go through all this... I wish he didn't have to.
But on the other hand, it's so nice to have him back, and it's SUCH a relief that he's not in pain. BigBear and the Professor recounted the last month to him, and it's pretty much a blur to him.... mostly marked by pain. I am so thankful to God that the pain is over.
But he's not belly-laughing yet. I'm sure he won't for a while... but when he does, that's when I know we're really going to be OK.
I love my Poppy.
My sister the Poet, the Professor, wrote this beautiful poem today... she says she can't write, but she can. And I think she captured perfectly the essence of our 33 years climbing those 66 steps to my parent's apartment, the top floor of a fourth floor walk up that had a ground floor lobby. So really, five flights. Sixty-six steps.
It's a lot to contemplate, as we adjust our lives to our new reality... the reality that Poppy may not be able to climb up and down those 66 steps... that they may have to move...
We went to see an apartment today. I liked it; I thought it could work although it had a few drawbacks. But I don't think it's "the one". And mostly I don't think it's "the one" because I could sense BigBear's distress rising. It's not "the one" enough for her to get over the fact that her life will change...
...so we keep looking...
We all went to see Poppy afterward. With a haircut and nice pajama bottoms he looks almost like himself... he's figured out how to knot the bottom of the extra pants leg on the inside so that it doesn't drag. He told us how they exercised him and had him practice life skills.
The Professor is fascinated by the "phantom limb" syndrome. Me, I'm mostly accepting of what is... it's funny that the "what is" doesn't really bother me but I am sad over the loss of "what was". Mostly I'm sad that Poppy has to go through all this... I wish he didn't have to.
But on the other hand, it's so nice to have him back, and it's SUCH a relief that he's not in pain. BigBear and the Professor recounted the last month to him, and it's pretty much a blur to him.... mostly marked by pain. I am so thankful to God that the pain is over.
But he's not belly-laughing yet. I'm sure he won't for a while... but when he does, that's when I know we're really going to be OK.
I love my Poppy.
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