No Beggin' On This Friday

Cousin Sussers is doing fine from her quadruple bypass surgery. Her son, well--my 2nd cousin, I'll call him Second, gave me the good news. Sussers had all ready taken a few steps. Been sitting up in a chair. I kinda chuckle at that. Because the night before her surgery, I told Sussers they'd get her up real quick after surgery. Sussers schoffed.
Well, she ain't schoffing no more.
Second said his mom was still a bit woozy, but was eating.
That was good.
How the docs said Sussers came through surgery very well.
Then Second told me his mom dropped the "F-bomb"
Yea, I knew she was on the way to recovery.
So I wanted to remind her of something.

I told Second to remind his mom, my dear sweet Cousin Sussers, I would always be her cutest and always younger cousin. Hence, this ever so wonderful picture!

Second sent me an e-mail tonight to say when he told Sussers what I said, her heart rate went up 2 points and she rolled her eyes.
Yep, my Cousin Sussers feels much better.
For her, here's a little Temptations Ain't Too Proud to Beg. While I'm sure Sussers is past beggin' to get out of the hospital and bopped doctors upside the head with her tray as she lept to freedom from her window.

Yep, we're all family.

Thoughts for Tomorrow

11 am February 26 a couple things will happen at the same time.
Movie Man will exit the building for the final time.
Sussers, a cousin in Iowa, will have quadruple bypass surgery.
You talk about some emotional tugs here.

Movie Man--OK. I know I'll get weepy. However, I will see him after I get off work tomorrow for a cup o' joe. Plus we have a road trip Saturday. But ya know, Movie Man is still leaving the building we've shared the same floor since July 2003. Movie Man said some great stuff to me today. About my strength and how I helped all my 'kids' get stronger and encouraged them. The whole be patient thing kicks in--because my kids have all left, and as Movie Man says, I'm the last leaf on the tree. It's time for me to float off to my own adventures. Hmm. That guy is good. I wonder WHERE he learned to say stuff like that? More about him tomorrow.

Sussers. She's been like my big sister, even though I really didn't realize it. During when my mom died, when I was 13 and when my dad's health faded and eventual death in 2001. I was grateful she was there. Sussers is 13 years older than me. Her mom and my dad were siblings. Mom and Dad adored her (Hey, don't tell Sussers' siblings!) She's back in Iowa. Where all the memories are. I need to call her.

When I had my little heart adventure Sussers checked on me, and I know--worried--like I am now. Even as old as I am, Sussers and her three siblings' still say I'm their cute little cousin they usta lock in the closet. Oh wait--they tell me I just imagined that. Uh...sure. Nope, I'm their little cousin they took to the movies, scared me about the boogey man would come and get me, or take me to my dancing lessons. Sussers' mom made the BEST biscuits--while Sussers--well--can make pretty good nachos...:)

Anyway, my own cardiologist told me, recovery wouldn't have been as long or intense, if I'd had bypass surgery. Why? Because with bypass they work outside the heart--while with my little mitral valve replacement adventure, they have to go inside the heart. Nonetheless, I need to call her, before she reported on CNN by being the Iowa woman who makes a daring hospital escape. Trust me on this. We're family. It could happen. Besides, Sussers needs to get this little adventure outta the way. She's gotta be stong enough to make me more nachos! Cute cousins deserve such treatment! :)