Today is my daughter Allison’s 28th birthday. It’s hard to believe I’m that old.
We had a pre-birthday dinner in Chicago Friday night after seeing a performance of the U-Chicago Law School musical for which she did most of the writing. She also performed as 3L #3, a small but key role. Since she really is a third-year student, this is her last musical. She’ll earn her degree in June — if none of her professors sees how he or she is portrayed in the show.
Now I’m back in California, coping with a slow and somewhat painful recovery from my shoulder surgery (rotator cuff, bone spurs, adhesive capsulitis, etc.) in late January and my mother-in-law’s recovery from a fractured neck, the result of a fall in the airport two weeks ago on arrival for what was supposed to be a one-week visit. She’s adjusting to the metal “halo” brace which she’ll require for another 10 weeks. We’re trying to find a skilled nursing/rehab center for her near our house; right now she’s in acute care about 30 minutes away. My husband is using his frequent flyer miles to fly in various relatives to see her, so we have a stream of house guests. We don’t know when she’ll be able to travel back to Illinois; she may be here till May, when the halo comes off.
John’s family, like mine, is the kind that pulls together in a crisis. People say, “How can I help?” And they do. Thank God for that.