UPDATE-MARILYN: 8 MEATBALLS SUNDAY

The title of today’s blog should be a hint. I’ll get to it in a minute. Marilyn asked me to bring her clothing, her lap top and myself — in that order. Oh, yes, make sure there’s clean underwear in the clothing bag. Didn’t your mother warn you about going anywhere without clean under wear??  Marilyn sounded relatively upbeat when we chatted on the phone this morning before I left home. I should know better by now. I really should.

By the time I walked into Marilyn’s room at Beth Israel Hospital’s Cardiac Care Unit, things had changed. She wasn’t upbeat anymore. She was in pain. Lots of pain! Marilyn’s right shoulder, her “good” shoulder was the source of the pain. She said she thought she might need Tommy John surgery. Somehow during the past few days, she was jostled around and her right shoulder took a beating. She said it hurt more than her tender left shoulder where surgeons had gone in to implant her pacemaker. Trying to fend off the pain, Marilyn’s breathing became sporadic, exacerbating her situation. A nurse was summoned and a painkiller was administered. It took awhile for the pain to subside and Marilyn’s breathing to become more even. The pain was still clearly etched across her face although she tried not make any loud sounds. I just held her hand, feeling essentially helpless. There wasn’t much I could say that wouldn’t sound like mindless babble.

Finally, Marilyn looked up at me, a smile slowly replacing the grimaces. She patted my hand and softly said, “I love you”. “I love you, too,” I replied. “I love you three,” she countered. Always having the last word. Time crept along slowly. We didn’t say much. I think that was good. Later, a staffer came in to take X-rays of Marilyn’s lungs. There’s still concern about pneumonia. A half hour later, another staffer came in to discuss decisions surrounding which physical therapy facility Marilyn will be going to in one or two or three days. Hopefully, we’ll be meeting with administrators tomorrow to make that decision. Marilyn is anxious to get to PT and begin strengthening her body. She’s bored and restless. But she is still weak!!

The laughs came as Marilyn was trying to make a dinner choice. She read aloud from the hospital menu, making faces as she described each meal. One item caught her eye. The meatballs! She’d had the meatballs a few days ago and there were okay. Matter of fact, she had EIGHT meatballs the first time. They were tiny, Marilyn emphasized, but okay. The only problem was that when Marilyn ordered meatballs again they cut the serving to FOUR small servings. I suggested she go for broke. Take no prisoners. demand EIGHT meatballs!! I left before dinner arrived, wanting to avoid the possible high drama if Marilyn’s meatball demands were not met.

I called Marilyn just awhile ago after finishing my dinner here at home. She sounded upbeat. Maybe chipper. I paused before asking the dangerous question. “How many meatballs did you get??” A short pause. I sighed deeply. “Honey, I got EIGHT meatballs!!”, Marilyn exclaimed. “Wow!!!,” I rejoiced. “You’re on a roll now,” I congratulated Marilyn. She laughed. A nice long laugh. I promised to call later in the evening to make sure all was okay.

22 thoughts on “UPDATE-MARILYN: 8 MEATBALLS SUNDAY

  1. I’m so glad someone is feeding us news about Marilyn’s progress. I can tell you reached her funnybone even though that added to her pain. Tell her Bob says “hey”. 🙂

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  2. What I love most is that you both have your humor rolling well! I’ve always enjoyed Marilyn’s writing on her blog and I think she picked the perfect guy to fill in for her. Thanks so much for the updates that make all of us feel better, even though you are still worried and tired and Marilyn is still in pain. xo to both of you.

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  3. Love the title of this post! Marilyn is quite deserving of eight (or more!) meatballs and I’m glad she was able to get them. I love how you get across your and Marilyn’s strong love for each other…each post you write is a monument to that love. My best to you both, Rose

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  4. Oh Yeaaaaah, baby!! Meatballs!!!!

    Are you ready for the summer?
    Are you ready for the good times?
    Are you ready for the birds and bees?
    The apple trees?
    And a whole lot of fooling around?
    Are you ready for the summer?
    Are you ready for the good times?
    Are you ready for the birds and bees?
    The apple trees?
    And a whole lot of fooling around?
    Are you ready for the fireflies,
    the moonlit skies,
    and a whole lot of fooling around?

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  5. The appetite part of this is great, Garry (and Marilyn, of course: hugs, dear friend whom I WILL meet eventually!) – and I did laugh at the feistiness of the EIGHT meatballs (good one!); the ‘I love you’ bit was so moving I nearly wept – and I was very concerned by Marilyn’s pain and distress. I so hope today will be better. Thinking of you both, Ali xxx

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  6. Hey, Marilyn the mere fact that you liked hospital meatballs at all, much less wanting 8 of them, speaks volums about their food prep. LOLOL I hope you savored each and every one of those.

    I hate to hear how much pain you are still having though. You have been incredibly strong through all this and have an incredible will which has worked well on your behalf. You have a date with that hubby of yours. Keep healing and getting stronger.

    Garry, these updates are so appreciated. Your do a great job of keeping us in the loop.
    I also love the little things you put in like Marilyn saying she loves you and you returning that love. Brought tears to me eyes when I read that. I want to photograph you guys when your in your 90s and still so much in love. Hugs to you both, Debbie

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    • You take absolutely the BEST pictures of us!! Here’s hoping by the middle of beisbol season that Marilyn is up for a post surgery photo session. Thanks, Debbie!!

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  7. Thanks for keeping us updated Garry! I’m sorry your in so much pain Marilyn. Meatballs aren’t a great food for the heart but that’s coming from a vegan so I’m sure you don’t want to hear it. LOL! I am glad you have an appetite! That is a good sign. Hugs!

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  8. Glad things are moving forward, albeit painfully. My hubby had his gall bladder removed a year ago. He had pain in his shoulder. Now, at the risk of spreading misinformation: he was told that post surgery one can expect pain in all sorts of regions of the body that are not involved in the medical procedure. And if I recall, the pain in his shoulder was written off as “just gas.”

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    • “Just gas”, Maggie?? I don’t think I’ll share that one with Marilyn. Hoping tomorrow will be better for Marilyn. Thanks for the continued support!!

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  9. Your clever update is appreciated. I know the difficult position you are in, feeling helpless as well as feeling pain when your sweetheart is hurting. Give Marilyn my love, please, and hang in there Garry, the worst is over.

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