Last year, I wrote a letter to 2009, which was really only the beginning of the health issues I would face in 2010. Who knew that weeks later, I would have kidney stone surgery, a massive bike accident in June, and 8 weeks of chronic stomach pain this winter. I’ve thought a lot about the chaos of 2010, but instead of writing to the year, I’m going to write to C, who loves to tease me about my “dear such and such” and “thank you (insert random object/thing)” notes and facebook status updates. So C, here’s my dear/thank you note to you:
Thank you for having kidney stones three years ago, so that when I landed in the hospital and had emergency surgery, you knew exactly how I felt. Thank you for having the exact same surgeon I did, and for having to have a cystoscopy-ureteroscopy, lithotripsy, and a ureteral stent and for knowing exactly what the surgeon meant by all three of those procedures when I had to have them, three years after you did.
Thank you for breaking your elbow three years ago in a bike accident, so when I went over my handle bars and broke both elbows, once again you knew exactly how I felt. Thank you for giggling at my chipped front teeth, and telling me I was beautiful anyway. Thank you for catching me the two times I blacked out from my concussion, for propping my broken elbows up with ice packs, for buying me my favorite whiskey, for brushing my teeth, brushing my hair, and helping me pee for the 4 weeks I couldn’t bend my elbows.
Thank you for taking one first and last autumn bike ride with me to our second home, the only bike ride since my accident.
Thank you for encouraging me to continue with my degree, after having to stop three times in one year, and thank you for insisting I stop again during the 8 weeks of additional endoscopies and colonoscopies, CAT scans, biopsies, blood work, and medications. Thank you for saying “it’s awesome that we finally know! yay!” when tests explained celiacs instead of letting me think of all the bread, cookies, and pasta I’ll probably never eat again. Thank you for being proud of me, regardless of how long it takes me to finish this Ph.D.
Thank you for having the ability to grow amazing facial hair, and for shaving it when I can no longer stand kissing all those rough hairs.
Thank you for loving our cat, Mr. Mustard, like he’s your baby, and for singing songs to him when you’re home, funny songs that I’m hoping to secretly record at some point.
Thank you for renovating our house, the most amazing historic brick house in the neighborhood, our yard, and building a patio. Thank you for giving me the largest room in the upstairs for my own personal creative studio/study space, a toilet built into the bathroom wall, for indulging me when I decide the entire bedroom needs to be repainted in one day, and for installing a soaking pool in the patio because you no longer want to see me sitting in a kiddie-pool in our driveway.
Thank you for indulging me in my shoe/boot addiction, even when I don’t deserve/need/have room for another pair. (i.e. this year’s surprise Christmas present.)
Thank you for being the most generous person I know, with me, with your family, and with our friends.
Thank you for your patience, love, and sense of humor. You’re amazing.