I'm sitting next to my sleeping wife's bed in the hospital. After 50 years of marriage, she has apparently given birth to a new knee. She is giving Mother Sarah a run for her money, in terms of later life additions. Both Mother and Knee seem to be doing as well as one has any right to expect. Still, who would have thought in 1965 that M's (or my) parts would begin to wear out.
M has her first Physical Therapy session in just a half hour ... She seems frightened, as I suspect anyone would be. The Doctor came in earlier ... Vlad the Impailer's younger brother ... dressed in his Civies -- tie and jacket -- and full of good humor. Truthfully, we both like him ... and, still ....
The Fourth Quarter not only witnesses one's own challenges but, if one is fortunate enough, the pains of one's other.
My mind is pretty empty, right now. Worried ... remember one of Munch's paintings. Not The Scream, though there have been times. More the one where a Mother is leaning over a sick child, laying in bed.
To care and to be cared for!
