feeling good

Today is feeling good.

After his transfer to Mayo yesterday afternoon,  Rico discovered that his favorite PA Jeanne had changed positions at Mayo, and is now on the hospital staff on the oncology ward.

She hugged him, sat down and asked him to tell her everything that was going on. 

Within about three hours, she had addressed, the swelling, the bleeding, the pain, the fever, and even the crapt-astic reaction he'd had to his last round of chemo.

By the time she asked if there was anything else he needed help with, I had half a mind to toss her the keys to the van and mention the laggy transmission.

In a nutshell, all of his numbers that are supposed to be up are now heading in that direction, which means he may get to come home soon. His voice sounds so much better. He's walking well. His hand is still strong when he laces his fingers into mine. It was a good day.

His hair is starting to go - but for the past ten years I've been hearing stories about the 3-inch cranial scars he has from his "rock fighting" days on the mean streets of Flushing, NY,  so this is his chance to prove it. (Feel free to ask him about it. He says "rock fighting" like it's a thing. He had the audacity to look at ME as though I was the crazy one when I asked him to clarify what exactly an elementary school rock fight entailed. It's exactly what you think - except in January the rocks were hidden in snowballs.)

There is just one day of summer left - and we hope to be together for it. Hope you all enjoy it too.