HEALING WISHES

THE OUTPOURING of good wishes for Mr. Bob's recovery has been amazing. I take him verbal expressions from the residents and staff every time I visit and carry to him any cards which have been slipped under our door. You've been privy to the heartfelt comments left on our blog entries. One envelope came in the mail from a friend/blog follower and look how well she understood the name change to our living quarters........now that we're the be.group.......her envelope bore several "be" messages. Headquarters would be pleased that an outsider understands the change so well.

Cards and phone calls have poured in and today Mr. Bob emailed me a picture of flowers that had arrived. From whom? Sent by Val, a lovely lady we've never met in person, but a follower of not only our web log, but also our flickr photostream. It's a little mind boggling, to say the least, to get flowers from a friend in Pennsylvania ....someone we've yet to meet. Mr. Bob thanks you, Val. What a sweet surprise!

The family has gathered. Chris and his wife and son had plans to come down long before Mr. Bob was brought to his knees and rushed to the hospital. They had plans to attend the Star Wars concert at the Hollywood Bowl because four-year-old Owen is  currently fixated with the subject. When the tickets were ordered it was with the idea that Mr. Bob would attend, too, but our Susan, flying in from Alaska took his place. She made the executive decision to come down to advocate for us.........she being of a generation which isn't afraid to speak up for adequate service from nurses. I never thought of taking a washcloth to the hospital so the patient could have a nice, warm face wash. The nurses hadn't thought of it within the past week, either. Susan to the rescue!

I'm afraid Humphrey humor tends to be bawdy, and Chris snapped this picture which shows the shortage of seating arrangements in the hospital room. Susan wants me to assure you that the seat is down on the bedside commode. And for the record, Mr. Bob absolutely refuses to have anything to do with it, so I'm glad it's getting some use because the charge for it will appear on our bill.

Even Ms. Susan can't work the miracle of arranging to talk to the doctor so we'll have to wait until next week to find out the results of the biopsies which means another long weekend of confinement. "Thou shall keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee." Amen.