It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted (alright, it’s been two months or so). You might be thinking that my title refers to the day after the U.S. election, but you would be only partially correct. You see, I’ve been radio silent for more reasons than drowning in political ennui. Like most of my fellow Americans, I do actually have a life beyond the twin scourges of COVID-19 and Donald Trump. My world turned upside down in September even without their help. Now, after two difficult months, I’m beginning to breathe freely again.
The last week of October turned out to be a very momentous one for the residents of Apartment 6C, human and canine. My pooch Dev, featured in my last post as my emotional support animal, returned to full activity one month post- surgery. The silly little beast had managed to scavenge a small round piece of rubber from the sidewalk, necessitating a scary (not to mention costly) removal of said obstruction from his small intestine. Cut from stem to stern and woozy on drugs for days, he became the one needing emotional support. By month’s end he was back to his old self, except for having become totally spoiled, refusing to eat plain kibble when he had learned of the existence of bone broth and fresh meat.
Just as Dev recovered, my husband Dan began his new clinical trial. While the rest of the world followed the daily news reports about the efficacy of various coronavirus vaccines, we were focused on our own vaccine trial news. Dan became patient twenty or so in one vaccine trial and patient ONE in another vaccine trial to combat HPV cancer, which in Dan’s case has metastisized from its original location in his throat, first to his lungs and now to his thyroid. We are lucky to have as his doctor the world’s foremost expert on his disease. The first infusion went splendidly. He felt awful, which is what is supposed to happen if the body reacts to the viral load and attacks. And now he feels…dare we hope, BETTER.
As if those two events weren’t enough, daughter number one in California lost one of her twins in utero at thirty two weeks, developed hypertension and Bell’s Palsy, and gave birth prematurely at thirty five weeks on October 24th instead of at the scheduled induction date of November 4th. Luckily, both mama and baby are thriving. Thank goodness, since none of us can travel to LA to help out. Oh how I want to squeeze them both! FaceTime will have to do until the COVID vaccine is widely available.
Speaking of vaccines, on November 3rd, the American people gave our democracy a shot in the arm. We must all work to build its immunity to future kleptocratic authoritarians. I’ll have a great deal to say about that in a later post.
For now, I am finally sleeping through the night. My family is healing, at least for the moment, and I hope our nation will too. Nonetheless, there are warning signs that need to be heeded. With cases rising even in New York City, COVID proves its ability to throw an even bigger monkey wrench into our lives than it has already; I’ve ordered extra paper towels, toilet paper and dried beans just in case. If nothing else, the last few months have taught me that just when I think things can’t get more stressful they will manage to do so. And until January 20th, there is no telling what kinds of political chaos might still erupt.
But for now, I am filled with gratitude and ready to catch up on all of the posts I have failed to read, and to write. It’s a beautiful day here in New York, and I hope where you are too.