Today marks the first anniversary of my one and only lifetime surgery. It was exactly 30 June last year when I lost my … thyroid (in addition to two parathyroid glands with adenomas).
It was then, too, when I realized the importance of Ludy’s friendship. She drove me to and from the hospital, and never left my side. How can I forget this? The surgery took longer than expected because one of the two glands had decided that she did not want to be removed since she was very comfortable there (they are feminine in Spanish – la glándula). But the surgeon was bent on getting her out, and he found her hiding behind the esophagus. (He is Peruvian, so he knew how to convince her). Then, when we got back home, a time about which I have the vaguest recollection because of the extra anesthesia, Valerie had already taken care of Guido’s meals. I woke up the following morning not knowing exactly where I was. Even now I occasionally don’t know where I am… without the anesthesia.
For some strange reason, and maybe because she was jealous, Tara, my loyal 1955 Infiniti G20, died. I had noticed yesterday, as I got out of Guido’s car, that the back door of mine seemed not to be closed all the way. Indeed, it was so, and I had not used the car in about at least three weeks. How I happened to notice it yesterday I don’t know. Maybe it was because Guido had to bring the two recycling bins indoors and he had opened both garage doors and there was more light than usual. No matter what, the battery was very much dead, kaput, gone…
This morning, Guido called AAA and they came very fast, as they usually do. Naturally, they had to replace the battery. It could not be resuscitated, but since last year they had to rescue me from the parking lot of Whole Foods and put a new battery, it was still under warranty, so there was no charge. Not that it mattered too much at this stage in our economic affairs, but every little drop helps.
Later, we had one of our guardian angels descending to bring us our dinner (with desert included, as usual), and whose name I am not allowed to divulge. Thank you, angel R!
Tomorrow Guido is going with Dr. Goodman and his young music student friend, Elliott, to spend the day at Water Music, our Grand Banks 32, in the Chesapeake Bay. This is another reason I wanted the car battery revived. As I shall be by myself, I need to have a means of “escape” if necessary. Weekends are no good. Some friends disappear, and I don’t have much contact with the neighbors. I can rely on them in case of dire need, but not for small matters, even if they constantly offer to help. And my truly reliable friend, Ludy, went to Colombia for three weeks to visit her family.
I am extremely grateful to Guido’s boating friends for keeping him company. I cannot go yet, and he finds solace and spiritual and body healing in the boat. It makes me feel better too. And now he got the Maryland flag, the Italian flag directly from Italy, and finally the Argentine flag with the sun is on its way. It was the hardest to get! Our boat is very multicultural, and we are proud of it. Naturally, it has to have the US flag in the back. It is mandatory…
As you have probably noticed, I refrained from mentioning my health – rather, my lack of it. Repeating what I have already said is boring, even to me! Nothing has changed in one day, naturally, although many call and expect immediate change. Sorry – I cannot give you that! I have just started today taking the new higher thyroid medication dosage. The results of the tests will not be in for another week, and I still have two more to do. You will have to join me in being patient –what a very suitable word!