For Dinner Dates with Mike next week:
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- Password: welovemike
Talked to Andrews and Evans' nurse Kelly again today. She's written us in Evans' schedule for a family meeting next Wednesday afternoon. Finally.
Mike seemed emotionally flat when I arrived and I feared he looked a little bit sad. Knowing he's awfully suggestible, rather than asking flat out, “Are you sad?” I said, “How's your mood?”
“Good!” he said confidently.
“Happy?” I asked.
“You are? You're having fun?”
He sort of shrugged a little, “Yeah.”
"Cause I'm here?” I asked slapping his knee with my hand.
He tilted his head, squinched up his eyes and gave me a big grin.
I went to tell him a really funny story about an interaction with my dad and Baxter that involved loving mockery of my mother. In order for him to appreciate it, though, he was going to have to remember that Mom is like the most proud Irish person you've ever met. You'd think she was born there. So, before I started to tell the story, I asked Mike, “Do you remember what ethnicity my mother is?” Long pause, he looked down, closed his eyes, opened them, looked up. Nothing. I gave him a hint, “She's so proud of it, she won't let you forget it. Do you remember what that ethnicity is?”
Pause again and then he settled his stare back on my face.
“Gypsy?" he asked honestly.
I laughed and laughed and he started to smile.
“Truth?” I asked.
“Yeah. I was trying to think of what ethnicity she wouldn't want to let you forget.”
After more laughter I tried to find out if he remembered my ethnic background (Irish and English).
His response? “Gypsy.”
I laughed again, “No!!! Silly! I'm not a gypsy! Dad's English and Mom's Irish - calls every St. Patty's day to make sure you're wearing green. Remember?” He nodded a slow knowing nod and uttered an overly articulate, “Right.”
Anyhow, the story itself isn't as funny as Mike saying that Andrea Loretta Healy Duffy Goldthwaite is a "Gypsy." The story is just that my dad had made Bax a quilt before he was born. It has cool space aliens and star fabrics on the front and the back is just green shamrock fabric (per my mother's orders : “He has to learn about his Irish heritage!”) This morning, my dad (from whom my English heritage originated), Bax, and I were in the living room. Andrea was still in bed. Baxter was pouncing and rolling all over the alien/Irish quilt and my dad was pointing out various details on it that Baxter would then identify, “Stah!” (star) “Suh-sheye!” (sunshine). Then my dad turned it over to the shamrock fabric, pointed to a big green shamrock and said with an evil grin, “Weed! Baxter, these are weeds! Can you say Weed?” So, Bax starts pointing at all the shamrocks shouting, “Wee! Wee!” My dad and I couldn't stop laughing in anticipation of my mother's absolute horror at this blasphemous act.
Mike enjoyed the story. Not as much as I thought he would, and certainly not as much as I enjoyed the "Gypsy" reference, but he threw me a bone and said, “that's cute.”
Talked to nurse practitioner Jaymie today. Asked about bringing Baxter to see Mike this weekend if we stayed in the waiting room and wheeled Mike out there. She cleared it with the charge nurse and we'll simply call Mike's nurse tomorrow morning to verify it's ok. I'm so glad I asked about this. Mike hasn't seen Baxter in 5 weeks. It will be so good for both of them.
Then I asked Jaymie about the possibility of Mike attending my graduation at Penn on May 15th. She wasn't sure, but thought if we could discharge him and readmit him it might work. Andrews walked by right then and Jaymie stopped him to ask his take on it. He seemed really excited for me that I was graduating and said, “A doctoral graduation is a big deal. That's very important.” And he seemed to suggest it might be in the cards. I'll follow up with Evans about this on Wednesday at our family meeting. Obviously this is only a possibility if it is safe for Michael and logistically not a nightmare. As usual, CSM is already getting wheels turning to see if we can make this happen.
That's all for now. Shut off this freaking computer and go outside.