Our plan for traveling to Houston and back (garbed in hazmat suits, no less) is set and will be explained in a future post.
As we find ourselves contending with the impact of C-19 on three medical campuses (Mayo here, MD Anderson and Houston Methodist in Texas), we face more complications than I can explain without taxing my brain, so thank goodness, Will, Barry, Steven and David have been brainstorming, via FaceTime, ever since the date of my surgery was set. As for me, I listen, quietly, piping up only when a thought pops into my head that’s not yet been aired and discussed. In this way, I’ve minimized anxiety from rising so as to maintain my sense of peacefulness until surgery has passed.
Here’s the plan that came together, following several family discussions, concerning our stay in Houston: During the first week, Will, David and I will stay in an Air bnb near both medical campuses, where I’ll see doctors and undergo additional pre-op tests. Once I’m admitted to Houston Methodist, Will plans to stay at the hotel that’s adjacent to the hospital until I’m released. We’ve stayed there twice before, and that’s where Will wants to be—as close to me as possible. Though we know that Will can be in the hospital on the day of my surgery, we’ll not know whether he can visit me after day one, because protocol continues to change, back and forth, depending upon whether C-19 is spiking or not ... the fact that so many people refuse to wear masks just doesn’t make sense! Interesting that trump, who refuses to be masked is surrounded by those who are tested for C-19 every day, as is he while his lordship tells everyone not to worry over this highly contagious disease spreading from home to home across our nation like wildfire
Once I’m released from the hospital, about ten days following surgery, Will and I will stay at the hotel or if the air bnb seems safer (because of the pandemic) then we’ll join David, again, who (along with his brothers) believes the air bnb poses less of a health risk than the hotel. Several family discussions ensued on FaceTime until a compromise addressed the plan outlined above, which may seem strange to anyone who was not privy to our detailed conversations. At any rate, everyone felt heard as opinions, concerning C-19 and safety, were calmly expressed and respectfully discussed. (Again—thank goodness, family meetings were taken seriously while the boys grew to be men.)
Be safe, dear friends, wherever you may be, by taking the Covid crises so seriously as to mask up and protect your eyes—a wide selection of inexpensive, protective glasses, found on Amazon, can be delivered, overnight ...
Every day, we all confront the fact that life on planet Earth continues to become more bizarre than anyone can believe. Fortunately, most people can be masked more comfortably than is true of me, based in the fact that I was advised to wear a surgical mask, because chemo left my blood in such a weakened condition as to undermine my immune system, which suggests why I require as much protection as possible from ANY contagious bacterial or viral infection.
Seriously, all we need do to defeat this deadly virus is to distance socially while wearing masks and eye protection in public places until the virus cannot feed on us as hosts—unfortunately, having trump, whose commentary proves on a daily basis to be mentally deranged, as commander and chief of our nation sure doesn’t help to resolve long-standing conundrums, which, during decades of complacency, have become overwhelming in nature, over these past three years.
November can’t get here fast enough for me—hopefully, I’ll be on my way toward healing and trump will be sent packing ...
🙋🏻♀️🌈🌻Annie
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