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I just want to get this down because this is the kind of thing I want the kids to remember. The husband wouldn’t get out of bed when I was leaving to drive Josh back to his off campus apartment so we went into the room where he was sleeping to say goodbye. Josh put his hand on the husband’s shoulder and said “Dad…Dad” and the husband, realizing it was Josh rolled over with the biggest smile on his face and said JOSH?? with this crazy child like happiness.

Good news!! Just got back from the new wound care doctor. The wound is measuring smaller!! And the doctor is happy with the progress and if it continues like this then it won’t be necessary to redo the angioplasty procedure- which we really want to avoid because if they do it again they’ll need to use general anesthesia . I was so relieved I got teary in the doctor’s office. She hugged me.

Now I am going to call the hospital of the old wound care doctor and have a chat with someone. They need to know their doctor isn’t listening to the patients. (Or the patient’s wife…)

I’m so happy about this.

Okay. Wanted to tell you that last weekend I was walking with sweet pea in the woods with a grad school friend and her freaking adorable dog (she stopped while driving from Boston to NY) and we bumped into that arrogant ex friend who told me I was a BULLY! (HAHAHA) . She joined us and we all walked together. Like we are besties or something.

There’s a Yiddish word for that. It’s CHUTZPAH. It means arrogant chick has a lot of Fucking nerve walking with me.

Then she has the audacity to ask me “Where did you grow up? Long Island?” She knows where I grew up because she also grew up in the city and we have had many conversations about our similar history. If I hadn’t already completely written her off already that would have sealed the deal. She is so …...

I wrote this in an exchange about the potential in the sky for a colorful sunset and I thought that something about it sounded poetic and it might make a good chapter title somewhere in the story of my life: I suspect it’s going to be one of those days that just kind of fades away.