I was never so touched by demonstrations of friendship as I was last February during and after my hospital stay.
What I remember most about that time is how friends cared for and took care of me. Only my mother ever spoiled me more, when I was small and occasionally ill.
Friends saw me at my weakest and most vulnerable and showed more kindness than I thought was possible.
While I was at the hospital, Shelby and Conor came by with flowers and a beautiful home made card which still hangs on the wall by my desk. Well, it hung on the wall by my desk until the flood. It will one day hang there again, along with the picture of a cute baby orang outang Doug gave me, saying that it was a picture of a baby politician (Doug doesn’t like politicians though he makes an exception for Paul). I still laugh when I think about it. Sara and Joy came by on the second day and made me laugh so hard my tummy hurt. Dana came many late evenings and stayed until I fell asleep. She helped me fix my malfunctionsl nasal-gastric tube on several occasions, and she advocated that I be relocated to a room where the wall pump worked. She also listened to me rambling about dreams I had while semi- lucid. Peter and Cleo brought many kinds of herbal teas. Cleo, who is a doctor, called the resident doctor to convince him to give me thorazine to calm my intractable hiccups. To this day, thorazine is the only drug that has been fully effective against my hiccups. Oh did I sleep well the night of the thorazine injection. Peter spent the first night after surgery in my room. Paul spent the second night. Those 2 first nights actually went fine. Trouble started on the 3rd night when the ileus and hiccups started. Paul came by as often as he could and always brought what I asked. Lori brought me fresh clothing and homemade yogurt. I will never forget how good it tasted. And Diane brought me home made broth made from Josh’s pasture raised turkey. Oh so nourishing!
After I returned home, not a single day went by without someone dropping by to provide me with comfort or some food.
Doug, sweet old man, who lives way out in the desert, came by every single day on his bicycle to check on me and bring me supplies. Each time he brought something different: fresh peanuts which he would roast on my stove, different kinds of kefir, home-made pecoras, fresh fruits, hemp seeds, a milk dessert sweetened with palm sugar, vitamin supplements, and more. He came by every day for weeks, until I started getting out of the house. We would talk a lot about our childhoods: his in Michigan, mine in Africa. Sometimes we would just be quiet.
Early on, Peter brought me green chile breakfast burritos from Blake’s Lotaburger. I had never had them before and, oh man, did they taste good! At first I had a very poor appetite and I could only eat half a burrito at a time. They’re small burritos to begin with but, having been on a forced fast for almost 2 weeks, my stomach could only take in half of a small burrito. After about a week I was able to eat a whole burrito. Doug helped me consume the increasing number of burritos piling up in the fridge until we eventually consumed them all. Those burritos will be forever associated with that time of my life. Peter also brought me Cleo’s home-made beef broth, which I used to cook rice.
Lorraine brought me her delicious home-made yogurt, and noodles in broth, and sweet peas from her garden with the most extraordinary fragrance. Sweet peas possess one of my favorite fragrances, the other ones being that of the carnation, orange blossom and lily of the valley. Nora came by with a creative and absolutely delicious chicken dish. Roxane brought me a traditional Italian pasta dish made from an old family recipe. Sara prepared adorable little tacos in my kitchen, with avocado, omelet and salsa filling. She brought enough of each ingredients that I was able to prepare those tacos myself on 2 more occasions. Hannah brought me the best home made chicken curry, an avocado salad, a fruity dessert and miniature daisies in a tiny vase. Those daisies lasted so long that at some point I had to check if they were plastic or real. They were real. Lynn brought me a gift basket with all sorts of goodies in it: fruit, cheeses, preserves, spreads, cookies, crackers and wine. Bettina brought me the most amazing soups: tomato bisque and minestrone. Joyce brought me Chinese rice, chicken broth, Chinese medicine and herbal teas to help me heal.
That was 8 months ago. Some of the details have faded. I hope I haven’t forgotten anyone.
Every single one of those gifts was food for my spirit. I learned how many people cared and made me feel loved. Before that I really had no idea. That discovery is carrying me to this day.
I am very lucky.