Two Thirds

 It's that time of year again. 

I get more pensive. Maybe tear up a little more easily. I count blessings and I count sheep.

Dom and I were married on a May 15 and we went to the ER on a June 15, so each wedding anniversary anticipates a less celebratory anniversary. It was 9 years this past May and 6 years this past June. A full 2/3 of our married life has been spent navigating a path we didn't mean to take. I may have packed my life differently had I known this is the path we'd be on. But life, like a wildfire doesn't always give you time to pack. Sometimes you just run. I think I'm still running. And I am un-apologetically oh so tired.

When we were essentially living at the hospital, I watched a favorite show on repeat. I would fall asleep to Father Brown and sometimes a nurse would just ever so quietly close my laptop. I really appreciated the nurses who would get in my business that way. As I was anticipating this anniversary I was also anticipating a new season of this show that is now intrinsically tied to our journey. The show is loosely based on novels by GK Chesterton. He's a crime solving Father. I love crime shows because they have tidy endings. I particularly love Father B, as Dom calls him, because he shows so much compassion throughout his interactions. And of course, the setting in the Cotswolds is cozy and comforting. We started the new season last night and I am delighted. I'm even slightly nostalgic for the camaraderie of all the nurses and how well we cocooned in our room and were cared for.

I get particularly nostalgic at this time for all the goodness shown to us and think of all of you who decided to hop on the path with us as far as you could. There are stories of generosity that just resonate with me and give me hope beyond the immediate provision.

Here's the Christmas card part of the annual update. Nothing much has changed since our last update! 

Dom continues his photo-pheresis treatment every other week. It's about a 3 hour process intended to reset his immune system. His system is still in chaos. His kidneys have been attacked for nearly 3 years now and he's been on steroids all that time. That's not good for the body. And Dom and I will both tell you, high doses of steroids can be very challenging for an already stressed married couple. If we're honest. But we keep chipping away at our egos and resolve all steroid infused trials with lots of love. In addition to the 3 hour treatment, he occasionally needs another infusion of IGG since his body currently struggles to make it. Those days can stretch to 14 hours with a doctor visit in between and with driving.

When we're not being road warriors to and from the hospital, we putter. I mean, work. It's never ending on the property. It was a very wet winter. Water, water everywhere, but not a drop for me. We lost power over a dozen times over the past year, and as many of you know, that means no running water as well because well, we're on a well. And speaking of the well, the holding tank and pump also had to be replaced to really sharpen my bucket carrying skills. Half a dozen trees came down over the year. We were quite fortunate when the large oak came down across the driveway, our friend was here and between the three of us, we were able to make the drive passable for the other tenants. That's pretty much the way things are around here. We fumble along and things work out.

 One of my guilty pleasures is a Hallmark Channel tv show where things always seem to turn out just right. When the town needed a new something and the money wasn't in the budget, magically, a young intern decided to go through some old dusty accounting ledgers in the attic and an old bank account was discovered containing just the amount of money needed. It's like magic. I loved the idea of money turning up just when it was needed.

Last month, I was being really raw and honest. It was important to me that people understand our journey is not over.

But along the journey, there's always room for sweetness and light.

Some people say we must make room for good things. I don't think that's true. There's always room for goodness. You just need eyes to see.

The next step for Dominic's eyes was special contact lenses. The theory is they protect his own lenses from damage that his own system can no longer accomplish due to his new immune system attacking them. This prognosis was not made lightly. He climbed the ranks of specialists and tried numerous treatments before landing here. Insurance denied coverage for this. We decided to pay out of pocket because this is so important to Dom's quality of life. It is more than an artist keeping his vision, which alone is tremendous, it is also a pain management solution.  He went in for a fitting and just having contacts in for a short while brought immediate relief. He was really looking forward to acquiring his new lenses and being able to see, and more importantly, see with less discomfort.

In the interim of the fitting and his contacts being made, a dear friend of ours asked if she could bring something to us. We thought she'd be bringing a homemade meal or pastries. We sat outside and she told us this story. 

She's a part of a group of talented women artists, the 428 Collective. They've been together for years and support one another and their work. Somewhere along the line, they'd opened a bank account for their endeavors. Over time, especially Covid time, the account was forgotten, the world shut down and art shows were on hold for a while. The bank called one of the account holders and instructed that if the account remained inactive, the money would be turned over to the state. So they talked amongst themselves about this forgotten cache and decided to have a dinner with the proceeds. What a gorgeous dinner it looks like. After the year we have all had, how delightful it must have been to gather and connect. This alone makes me happy. Where lovely, strong women gather, beautiful things happen.

The expenditure for the dinner did not exhaust all the money in the account. As they sat around under the twinkling lights they discussed how to spend the rest of this unearthed treasure. Some of the ladies know Dominic, and he had come up in conversation for updates on his health. It was decided then, that the remainder of the money should go to Dominic. It was almost exactly enough to cover the lenses, with a little more leftover to buy the solutions to go with the lenses.

I will leave each of you to name this goodness what you will. For me, I am ever so grateful we are seen and cared for, and our needs are covered from the most unexpected places. 

Thank you 428 Collective for your generosity. Thank Goodness for generosity and kindness and love and compassion.

Post Script: The contacts are in and they are providing relief and protection. Dom is beyond happy.