The calendar tells me it’s a big week, and I find myself paying attention to the commercials that promise a cure for “crepey skin.” The AARP flier should be a kick in the gut, but I’m thrilled to be crossing this milestone. Get a glimpse of the alternative and suddenly 50 is a number I’m glad to see. When I last wrote, I was struggling mightily because we had yet to get approval for my immune-globulin infusions. (My “globulins.”) All I could manage was a little work, a smidge of self-care, and stacks of apologies for forgotten appointments, unreturned phone calls, and incomplete projects. After being in “remission” for my CVID, the lack of treatment woke it up, kicked my hiney, and made my world very small. I had great plans to bring you up to speed on everything else, but that whole hiney-kicking thing made it impossible.
Despite the CVID-induced fatigue, I carefully guarded my “spoons” and was lucky to be able to travel to Ohio to “shower” our son’s bride-to-be with a party that would make Martha Stewart run crying from the room. (This all due to the magical touch of Kaitie’s Aunt Jill, whom I have decided to be related to because she makes the best icing I’ve ever tasted. Which basically makes her the best person in the world.) The end of the magical weekend ended in true Cudahy fashion. My plane landed in Charlottesville, where I raced to the emergency room to spell Ryan who had been caring for Dylan…who had succumbed to a bout of norovirus that was reminiscent of that scene from Witches of Eastwick. Google it if you don’t know what I’m talking about.
To continue our audacious February, despite the metal mask my mother made me wear and the gloves that never left my hands, (okay the mask wasn’t metal but it was supposed to be really good), and despite Dylan and I NEVER being in the same room during his convalescence, I began my own version of the technicolor yawn and Ryan got to chauffeur another Cudahy to the ER for fluids. And on it went. You know who fell next. Homeland Security just approved us to be part of their germ-warfare strategy, because we are nothing if not EFFECTIVE, leaving trails of….um…..DESTRUCTION, all over Virginia.
I am thrilled to report that I DID finally receive my immune-globulin infusions and my energy is gradually returning, my legs are “back.” I’ve fought off multiple kidney infections and have kicked norovirus to the curb, and we are hoping that spring is more than a new page on the calendar, but also representative of the season that WE ARE DUE.
Stay tuned for updates on lyme treatments, liver disease, upcoming nuptials, and more. So much to say. We need to have coffee.