The care that is consistently delivered --by every single person I met at the hospital--is impressive. It seems that we have our own private doctors and nurses just waiting outside Bob's door to help. It's a team that inspires confidence and gratitude.
The hospital is beautiful and cheerful: inspiring art on the walls, live music where it's accessible to patients, billowing gardens that go on and on around the hospital grounds and visible through the windows, cafeterias with appealing and healthy food. Today when I asked him if there was any food I could bring him that he might have a craving for, he thought carefully and said quietly, "a small martini."
Although he sleeps much of the day and is often uncomfortable, Bob is fairly alert when he is awake: he queries the doctors, asks for the sports page, makes plans to sit up for awhile, contemplates the qualities of the foods he likes best, keeps his sense of humor handy, and is graciously kind to, and appreciative of all who have helped him: his family, the nurse checking in, or all of you, keeping him in your thoughts.
These past few days he is inching along, each day a little better than the day before. A short visit from Brother Chris, on his way to the lake today, brought a twinkle to Bob's eye.
