Thanks for popping in.
Sitting in the sunshine somewhere in New York,
and just wanted to touch base before I head off to spend the rest of the day with Gracie.
She’s back in her flat and recuperating.
Feels a bit rough, poor kid, but hey! It could be a whole lot worse.
In case you didn’t pick up the post yesterday,
she is in the clear. Yep. Not malignant.
She’s got a tidy scar across her throat, but it’s not cancerous.
The day at Cornell Hospital was an eye opener.
So many helpful, kind and caring people everywhere.
From the surgeon to the nurses and the porters,
just lovely lovely lovely.
They moved her through from stage to stage,
gently and respectfully.
She was discharged within 10 hours.
Has the surgeon’s mobile number on speed dial.
I don’t like hospitals, but it was pretty special.
Nick was all at sixes and sevens as you can imagine, poor guy.
So it was pretty amusing when we were sitting in the waiting room, and he piped up with, “Great Hotel”.
Of course, even before he had a chance to correct himself,
I was on it!
“Hotel?! Yeah. Lovely view of the river. Great beds.
Haven’t tried the food yet, but the staff are very friendly.
And there’s a park. AND parking.
We’ll come back here.”
We Brits definitely are piss takers, aren’t we?
Poor guy. Didn’t stand a chance.
But I think it’s a kind of gallows humour.
We have to laugh to release the tension and the fear I think.
In fact, we laughed a lot while we waited.
Nick’s parents also came all the way from Pennysylvania to support Grace. His Dad drove through rush hour Manhattan to get her home. Bless that guy!
So now I shall take a slow stroll over to her apartment,
and take over from Nick.
I brought her a Groovi Starter Kit and a few plates,
so perhaps I will show her the ropes, to distract her a bit.
Thank you so very much for all your positive energy, good wishes and love. I kept reading out all your messages to Grace.
It certainly worked.
I’ll get back to blogging about crafty things when my head is back in gear. I could sleep for a week.
Love & hugs,