“Okay…” Thalia clapped her hands. “It’s been fun and educational. We’ve met a lot of groovy people. But… I’m done. Three medical appointments in one week has been enough. Can we get back to our old life now?” Calliope dabbed at her eyes that now drip and spurt if the wind blows the wrong way… or if anybody from the industrial medical complex speaks to her.
Blessed be the angels! During my wife’s C-care, the facility had a delightful, empathic (and former patient) woman whose title was “Breast Cancer Concierge.” One entire wing of the building was dedicated to such care.
Her doctor there was a warm, kind human being who always greeted Beth with a hug. He always gave his undivided attention, and gave no indication of being rushed. His nurse was warm, kind, and the Queen of “git-er-done.”
Angels one and all. So despite Beth and I facing a very challenging time in our lives together, the quality of care was palpable and helped scale down our worries.
I’m so relieved to read your remarks today on your care to date. Whitman was so observant. That one might feel helpless over their own ability to address their situation, yet feel incredible help and support from the caregivers.
Please reassure the Muses that “all shall be well, and that all manner of things shall be well.”
I was wondering if Gretchen might possibly have an email address? A physical address?
Most angels don’t know they are until someone reminds them. I’m a someone…
I brings my heart great joy to know typist has friends she can share her thoughts with.
Many more than just the 3… Although using “just” in a sentence to describe what the muses afford typist is like saying a rainbow just isn’t colorful enough…
We are grateful for all of you and are always looking for different ways to transform gratitude from a noun to a verb.
I have a beautiful gratitude post card with Gretchen’s name on it… 😊
When typist sees the surgeon today, she won’t be alone!
Blessed be the angels! During my wife’s C-care, the facility had a delightful, empathic (and former patient) woman whose title was “Breast Cancer Concierge.” One entire wing of the building was dedicated to such care.
Her doctor there was a warm, kind human being who always greeted Beth with a hug. He always gave his undivided attention, and gave no indication of being rushed. His nurse was warm, kind, and the Queen of “git-er-done.”
Angels one and all. So despite Beth and I facing a very challenging time in our lives together, the quality of care was palpable and helped scale down our worries.
I’m so relieved to read your remarks today on your care to date. Whitman was so observant. That one might feel helpless over their own ability to address their situation, yet feel incredible help and support from the caregivers.
Please reassure the Muses that “all shall be well, and that all manner of things shall be well.”
I was wondering if Gretchen might possibly have an email address? A physical address?
Most angels don’t know they are until someone reminds them. I’m a someone…
I brings my heart great joy to know typist has friends she can share her thoughts with.
Many more than just the 3… Although using “just” in a sentence to describe what the muses afford typist is like saying a rainbow just isn’t colorful enough…
We are grateful for all of you and are always looking for different ways to transform gratitude from a noun to a verb.
I have a beautiful gratitude post card with Gretchen’s name on it… 😊
When typist sees the surgeon today, she won’t be alone!
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Having kind people around can make all the difference. Like Gary Spangler I too like the remark on Whitman. It is quite a rollercoaster.
Climb every mountain, ford every stream
Follow every rainbow, ‘til you find your dream!
Muses and readers alike, “We gotcha!”
An Oxford comma walks into a bar. It orders a sandwich, fries, and a beer. 😊
(I can keep doing this as long as you like. I hope to a smile, a chuckle, and an increased awareness of grammar terms.😉)