There’s good news and bad news to report. First the bad news: as we were going through Security at JFK for a long planned trip to India my husband had a stroke. The India trip, needless to say, didn’t happen. The good news is that Steve was admitted quickly to Jamaica Hospital which has a special stroke unit and where he got excellent care. (Interestingly, it seemed as though half of India was working at the hospital and we had a number of fascinating conversations about our planned itinerary. )
The really good news: Steve has completely recovered and, as the doctors so succinctly put it, has no deficits (sic). He has some new medicine and is free to resume his life as it was before.
But it was a scary three days and it will be a long time before I forget what he looked like. And I started a series of what I am calling my Stroke paintings while he was still in the hospital. So far, I have 9 small paintings (5 x 7) and 4 larger paintings (12 x 15).
Two of the small ones …
I don’t know when the series will stop … I guess when I stop waking up in the middle of the night thinking about how close I came to losing him.