A whopper junior with cheese

I am overwhelmed at the moment . . . but it’s not because of what is happening in my life right now. It’s because my inbox is full of support, well wishes for my family, and love. And I’m finding it difficult to process all of your wonderful comments.

My husband is getting better. And this morning, we actually had a conversation and only had to resort to using sign-language once. The brain is a remarkable thing, my friends. And so is my husband.

A few scenes from last week, taken with my camera phone . . .




A section of the Inner Harbor in Baltimore where my sister, Char, and I went after visiting my husband last Friday. She forced me to have dinner and to walk around a little bit.

It did a world of good.




Although it tasted just a little bit of guilt.

We ate at Joe Squared 2 at Power Plant Live, whatever that is. I had read a review of this restaurant while at the hospital, and couldn’t get this clam & bacon pizza out of mind.

Yes, clam & bacon. And it was yummy.

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Photos of Johns Hopkins Hospital, taken from various vantage points.




I got in trouble for taking the photo above from the Wolfe Street entrance. Don’t know why. The over-zealous security guard said that I should know why.




Taken from one of my husband’s rooms.




Taken from another room, with a view of the Wolfe Street entrance.




Taken from his final room, which is my favorite not only because you can see the water in the background, but because this view made it finally dawn on him that he was in Baltimore, at the good hospital.




Taken from my driveway, heading up the lane to bring my husband a lunch I had just bought for him.
For the past several days, he had been trying to communicate the fact that he needed to gain back some weight. He lost 12 pounds while in the hospital, and was suffering from aphasia (the inability to understand both the spoken and written word). He drew a picture and wrote 700 under it. We knew that this thing he was talking about was round and full of food and it cost either $700 or $7, and for a couple of days, it remained a mystery.

And then yesterday, we realized that he thought he should eat a whopper with cheese because they were about 700 calories. We were elated that we finally understood (and so was he, I’m sure). So I went out to the local Burger Kill (that’s what he’s always called it), bought the sandwich, a large fries, and a vanilla milkshake for his lunch.

And he gained 2 pounds.

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Please don’t think it’s sad here at my house. I am happy. My husband is doing well. The only thing that makes me sad is that my sisters are leaving today. But the sun is shining, my husband is smiling (and busy), and life goes on.

Now, this post was a mouthful, wasn’t it?!!


Much love,