Well, February was the month of medicine.
And snow. Lots and lots of snow.
We kicked off February with Mo's microdiscectomy at Brigham and Women's Hospital. We can't express our gratitude enough to dearest friend SuzyQ for hooking us up with some of the most amazing health care we've ever experienced. And speaking of SuzyQ, how cool it was to sneak up to the maternity ward to see her and John and meet Katelyn and Emma while Mo was in the operating room. Beautiful babies, and elated parents. So psyched for them!
And snow. Lots and lots of snow.
We kicked off February with Mo's microdiscectomy at Brigham and Women's Hospital. We can't express our gratitude enough to dearest friend SuzyQ for hooking us up with some of the most amazing health care we've ever experienced. And speaking of SuzyQ, how cool it was to sneak up to the maternity ward to see her and John and meet Katelyn and Emma while Mo was in the operating room. Beautiful babies, and elated parents. So psyched for them!
The lovely staff at the Shapiro Pavilion took exceptional post-op care of Mo (see: Popsicle smile above) and were tireless in ensuring that we had a comfortable night's stay at the hospital.
My brother is the best brother of all of the brothers in the whole world. The weekend after Mo's surgery, he knew that a snowstorm was bearing down on us and that we had nowhere else to put it, and that it would not be long until I was a woman on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So to Newburyport he drove, unasked and unannounced, to tackle the removal of Mount Salem.
Here's Timmy checking to see how the patient is holding up andto make sure the patient's nurse was not hatching any Jolly Jane plans...
Mo was back to work on Monday, 3 days after surgery. He took over "my" office for a couple of weeks, tucked away on the third floor moving units and stealing carefully color-arranged Sharpies. (Issues. I know.)
I headed up to Maine to ski with Timmy and Dad, accompany Mom to the surgeon's office to map out a plan of attack for her fight against breast cancer, and celebrate my birthday. Dad most thoughtfully picked up a cake for me, aka Flo -- as in Nightingale -- and we had a fun night celebrating. Somehow my Mom got the age transposed, so I fixed it. All better. Mo was most grateful to his parents, who came to stay with him and lift anything "heavier than a milk bottle" while I was away.
Here's DickieJ, Timmy and I at Saddleback getting ready to head down the headwall of the double-black diamond Bronco Buster. DickieJ is almost (hold on let me transpose this) 17 years old!! Double-black! Aw yeah!
I had a spontaneous decorating fit, and woke up one morning, drove to Ikea and totally changed the guest room on the third floor. We now have two beds, (one for Bex and one for Gus!), a new bookcase, and some bright and cheery bedding. I am loving it, and can't wait for our August visitors!
