Friday 28 August 2020

BIRTHDAY IN BADGER’S WOOD

It rained all day today. It has been raining most days this week. No walks for Dad. There’s a giant puddle in the pavement outside our house where our next door neighbours’ twin girls jump... where other children, unknown, wrapped in rain jackets, pause, position their boots carefully, and then jump! jump! jump!




A week ago, it was my birthday, and while I was still sleeping, Mum garlanded the front door, the dining room door, and one extra garland in readiness for my neck when I awoke; she hung birthday banners, geranium leaves and hibiscus everywhere that I might see and rejoice in being loved. I felt so loved and content that when it turned midnight, I wanted the day all over again. From seeing the Singaporean siblings off to school on their bus, to opening presents sent by the Malaysian twins, a bread maker sent by my brother, cards from afar, and talking to my childhood friend Fudge and her daughter in Bombay about dogs and drawings and fairy lights.  




I floated around all day, baked a Victoria sponge cake that evening and then, the next morning, when Joseph aka Badger, arrived to pick us up, bundled myself into a warm cosy blanket, mask on, and off we went, like the three bears, to Badger’s Wood. This was Dad’s first outing since his fall almost a year ago, and although he managed a goodish walk into the wood, he had a near turn in the heat - so I hustled back for water and Badger ran back for a chair and we all collapsed, while Dad recuperated in a kingly fashion, among the birch and blackberry bramble. 





Yesterday, during my respiratory consultation at the hospital, I shared the secret to surviving my new form of home therapy by subcutaneous injection - Colette and I FaceTime. Tuesdays at Two. We are each other’s video girls, smiling, laughing, commiserating and listening, each to the other, as we move forward in this strange pandemic, made stranger by the needles and tubes we administer in the casual atmosphere of home. The three medics present and the nurse who had trained us were all intrigued, impressed and hoping to present our buddy system at the upcoming European Immunology Delegation as an idea for all new patients and perhaps even the veterans - to help cope with pandemic isolation and the claustrophobia of an unshared trauma. It helps to have a friend-mirror. Coco and I have known each other for years, hence the trust in visiting Badger’s Wood at all. We didn’t hug, much as we wanted to, but just being near, sharing stories and warmth and courage, was enough. Clive would have hated home injections. Claerwen, his daughter, would have had to inject them for him, so he would have had company one way or another... 





I am reluctant to pull the banners down, but oh so grateful to have felt like celebrating myself. So grateful to have been cocooned in loving messages from California to Peru. Most of all, I suppose, I am grateful to have tidily tucked my infections away into what I Hope was the final admission of the year. Winter will be upon us soon, I hear you say, but my eyes are still busy with summer days...

2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

How I love your posts, and live them a bit vicariously, so full of warmth and love is your wonderful family, and extended family. I am glad you were duly celebrated, my radiant friend, and love the outing to Badgers Wood, though I felt a pang at your dad sitting, recuperating, once you returned home. Love all the photos, love that you have a facetime buddy, love YOU! Shine on, Shy Star, shine on. I feel the hint of autumn in the air too, but there will be many long golden days before the rains of winter. I gather the Littles are with you, and imagine they bring much joy and laughter to the household.

Badger’sWoodCoco said...

WONDERFUL post: BRAVO❣️ A UNIQUE UNFORGETTABLE SPECIAL DAY❣️ A synthesis of Love, Good Fortune, Creative Ingenuity & the DETERMINATION to SEIZE THE DAY❣️ Of course, how could our hearts not have be in our throats the whole time...we all knew the magnitude of challenge we’d undertaken...the degree of risk involved for each of us...but we got it pretty much right...and now we’ve all recovered from the focused exertion & thrilled stimulation, we have the memories....GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS MEMORIES❣️ & WONDERFULLY evocative photos too❣️ OH JOY, OH BLISS...am FILLED to the brim with THANKFULNESS + LOVE❣️Coco

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