Last night Judah was as excited for Mom's birthday present as she was. We gave her a Canon Digital Elph camera. Not many people know this about mom, but she used to love to take pictures. About twenty years ago, Dad bought her a tiny state of the art 110 camera with interchangable lenses that she used to tote around everywhere in an ugly red bag. Like Beta to VHS, however, 110 film lost the technology battle. Mom never could quite adjust to the rigors of 35mm. But digital! Look out. In less time than it takes a 55 year old to find her bifocals and program a blinking VCR, Mom was snapping pictures of things like the wall, the crack between the wall and the floor, the clock on the wall, the floor, etc.
Keep checking for actual (not reenactments, but actual) photos taken by Mom Arbus.
Judah (I swear if anyone tells him that I am writing this...) is so full of steroids that it is making him ancy. The good news is that he is animated and seemingly energetic when he talks. The bad news is that he is so exhausted from being energetic that he gets winded easily. Just a basic conversation is sometimes difficult. His lungs are still struggling. He keeps his oxygen mask on all the time. His doctors have prescribed TOTAL bed rest. Little things are now subject to his keenest scrutiny. When one of the many cards that he received yesterday (thank you all) is accidentally tilted slightly askew on his bulletin board, Judah demands that it be tilted back into correct position. Nothing escapes his eye. We are still waiting for his breathing to return to normal, for his steroids to be reduced, for his walking to resume and for him to come home.
MORE GOOD NEWS:
Judah is eating more and his appetite is returning. Yesterday was pancakes, Froot-Loops, and juice. Buy sugar futures NOW.