As I type, a friend is being transferred from Valley Medical Center to Overlake for bypass surgery.
He is scared and mad and feels betrayed by his body. I spoke with him 15 minutes before the ambulance ride, and he enjoyed hearing Evelyn’s giggle in the background and my telling him about her nudity, orange-dyed, spaghetti sauce face, and matching red hair.
What a precious fragility there is to our lives.
Aren’t we all such incredible foot soldiers, on the front lines fighting the good fight? I think so, and am proud of us.
I also have to say; I am touched and humbled by the transformations of people I counsel. For you or me, coming to an appointment might not be that big of a deal. But for others, getting out of bed can be a risk.
And an update for you on the duckling situation. After not hearing back, I wrote a different lady about Muscovy ducklings. It’s another situation of not knowing their sex yet, but she’s hoping to tell by their feet size.
We’ll see. Night, night. Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 