When Carol arrived last
week for a five-day visit, she found me with a knee swollen to the size of a
small cantaloupe. I hadn’t done much to prepare for her visit, being unable to
stand for more than a couple of minutes. Carol stepped in to take over cooking,
icing my knee, doing laundry, and cleaning the kitchen. She invited Holmes and
Candace and Marianne for lunch. She and Marianne prepared the food. Holmes
entertained everyone with his imitations, jokes, and self-deprecating humor.
The swelling in my knee began to recede.
The next day five of us
trouped to the Nelson-Watkins Museum of Art, where we had a rather boisterous
good time, alarming other patrons with our inappropriate behavior. Seldom had
they seen an old woman riding in a wheelchair, laughing her way through the
exhibits.
We watched three games of
the World Series, amused by the ball players’ chewing, spitting, and rituals
involving glove adjusting, bat swinging, nods, and grimaces. I was able to
discard my cane.
By the time Carol left this
morning, my knee had improved dramatically. I had been dreading
total knee joint replacement, but now I will enter the hospital four days from
now with a glad heart. A positive attitude makes all the difference. When a fun-loving daughter comes to
visit she brings the best medicine – laughter and love.
Copyright
2014 by Shirley Domer
2 comments:
Daughters, either natural or married into are such a treasure. I have two wonderful sons, but have loved the female presence that the daughters, married into, have brought me.
Such a good story! Thanks for sharing it. Sorry I missed all the fun! Sending you love from Colorado Springs!
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