Tomorrow is Christmas. Although the day won’t be exactly as we imagined, we hope to take Gavin off the floor with a portable oxygen tank and have a quiet meal and presents with Bubby and Da, Uncle Duncle, Auntie Loz and Uncle Adam. I have not purchased any gifts this year, apart from a few things for Bean, but I’m sure my family forgives me. Actually, staying away from the shops altogether has been a refreshing change for this year.
I’m not sure if Gavin will be up to eating anything tomorrow, in contrast to last Christmas when he single-handedly ate the cheese platter. I hope he’ll be willing to try something, but am accepting that we are still moving slowly in the eating department. He has only been off TPN for a little over a week.
I am not sure if I will be up for eating anything either, as I’ve spent the last 24 hours down for the count from a mysterious stomach bug. (Bubby is stricken too) I can only hope that Bean has not contracted it too, as I became ill on my night at hospital and could not leave until Craig arrived the next day. I knew that Craig had been out the night before and feared Gav would have two incapacitated parents on hand, so I made a 911 call to Da who came to save the day and occupy Bean while I moaned on the couch. After Craig arrived, I vaguely remember clutching Lauren’s arm and shuffling over to her house in my pyjamas, and then collapsing on the couch asleep. From there I was transported to Bubby and Da’s house where I passed out again for 12 hours. I think I’m feeling better now. I do feel that the timing of this illness could have been a bit better.
But of course it all serves to remind me to be thankful for my health, and my family’s health, and my Bean’s health. We should all remember, as we eye the present-mountain under the tree, that while it is lovely to have new things, you cannot wrap or box the loveliest things in life. I don’t need to tell you what those are.