Tonight I am exhausted from remembering.
From being the memory.
It started at 5:00 yesterday evening.
I made us dinner.
He was not to supposed to eat after 6:00 pm,
preparing for today’s endoscopy.
No food after 6,
no liquids after midnight.
I put tape across the refrigerator door.
I wrote NO FOOD on the tape.
I brought him into my sacred space
so I could make sure he didn’t eat.
He sat on the day bed and did crossword puzzles.
I painted with watercolors.
After a while, he got up.
Where are you going? I asked.
“To get a snack.”
I explained that food was forbidden.
He was NOT happy.
I wasn’t about to stay awake all night
to keep him from drinking water.
I just hoped it wouldn’t matter.
No breakfast made him grumpy.
More explanations about the endoscopy.
He sat in my workroom
while I wrote a blog post and sewed.
The morning dragged.
Finally we drove to Kingston.
We were early.
They were 45 minutes late.
“We have a line of colonoscopies,” she explained.
I laughed at the image.
He wanted me to come with him—
the man who insists he’s not anxious.
They said no.
Not enough space to maintain social distancing.
I sat in the car.
Listening to an audiobook
because I forgot my handwork and my iPad.
Someone came out to get me.
“He’s sitting up in the chair,” she said.
He was woozy.
“What did they do?”
I explained again.
He showed me the green tape on his arm.
This man who is so big in my sight
because he takes up so much
of my thoughts and care and energy—
this man suddenly looked small
by the oversized recliner chair.
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Oh Kim How Iache for you thinking of you dealing with this once vibrant, totally in charge human being who is now so reliant on you. Love and blessed thoughts winging across the blogosphere to you both.
Thank you and wishing you good health.