Ah, Boston. The land where Rs either don’t exist on the end of words, or they are added when they actually aren’t there (example: “pizzar”). The land where you pay your toll to the Sumner Tunnel and the guy calls Jonathan “Pal.” The land where Jonathan is kind of a folk hero because he can describe what it was like to be there during the blizzard of ’78. The place where, even though we lived here for many years, the antics of drivers can still surprise us.
It’s been a long day of appointments, but we are mostly ready to go now. Turns out that spending an hour+ sitting in the Chief of Neurosurgery’s waiting room is a really good way to end up feeling that you have no problems at all in the world. Today it was packed with people with shaved heads, mobility and mental challenges, and lots of stories. Just listening in made me realize that, if you ever want to be around a lot of courage, you should just go hang out in the neurosurgery waiting area. Particularly emotional for me was the young woman who has 2 stents in her brain because she was born with hydrocephalus and also shrapnel in a number of areas of her skull because she and her family survived attacks when they lived in Sarajevo. Hearing her telling her story, all the time with a face of bravery and a type of humor I’ve come to understand is critical to making it through these moments, put many things in my own life in perspective.
We met with Dr. Eskandar to confirm the details of the surgery. And then there was the great moment when he gave me a wink and said “See you tomorrow, shall we?” That’s a moment — when your neurosurgeon winks at you!
I was felt like a star in pre-op because it turns out that doing a lot of yoga and Nia keep your blood pressure and the rest of your body very healthy — all of those tests and numbers looked good. I have a delightful anesthesiologist (Standford Grad — Go Cardinal!) who was telling Jonathan where he could watch the youtube video on putting in a central line (I’m going to pass on that this evening). Heard the general description of the gizmo they screw my head into so that it remains perfectly still while they do the surgery. It’s a lot to take in, and I am happy that I will not be awake for most of it.
Kind people seem to be everywhere. Even the woman doing my blood work and my EKG told me, when we finished that she would be praying for me (and go by her church and light a candle for me). I can’t imagine feeling more surrounded by love than I do right now. And I love you, right back!
Pulling for the best possible outcome (no more surgery!). You ARE love, dear one. You radiate it. It’s nice that it is coming back at you when you need it. What time is your surgery, so we can send prayers and god juju then? ~betsy
12:00 tomorrow, Betsy. So wonderful to hear from you. Thanks for the love, dear friend!
We’re all thinking of you Kristine, Yvonne
Keeping your whole family in my thoughts tonight. Hope you come through not only with your sense of humor intact, but with your sure knowledge unimpaired that we are all one.
There is so much love flowing here for you and Jonathan. I’m certain you can feel it. Brewster Hall, with its twinkling lights and the many candles we lighted for you (and didn’t set off the fire alarm 🙂 – was once again a sacred space. You told me about flinging flaming pumpkins into the fields from the trebuchet – and that’s what we are doing. Flinging flaming pumpkins filled with hope and love toward you and your doctors.
Singing hymns for you today. The verse of one hymn starts: “I fear in the dark and the doubt of my journey; but courage will come with the sound of your steps by my side . . .”.
Jonathan, I just returned home from the Tuesday morning service…lots more candles, and they will stay alight all day, we hear. Leda came in before the service started and lit the big candle in the middle, and Kathy and Ginny led us in singing Kristine’s favorite hymns..right now I think Beth W. is leading Nia, and that sounded like it was going to be a crazy good time..like Kristine would want..lots of love here coming your way.
Although I couldn’t be at the service this morning, I joined the other from my work desk, lit my candle (albeit battery powered), and am continuing to send love, healing thoughts and prayers on angel wings to you Kristine and Jonathon.
Just heard what was on your agenda for today. Prayers for steady hands and a good recovery. Thinking of you… Our 9 year anniversary was last week. You’re always part of the story.
Love and hugs, Phyllis and Matt