Yesterday evening, David and I went to the reading of his play, "Kiritis." Before he was released from the hospital, David asked his transplant coordinator whether he could go to the reading, and he was told that if he felt up to going out, there was no reason to keep him home. And so, he rested during the day (the entire day), and we were able to borrow that theater's wheelchair to take David from the car to the theater and back again. Going out and sitting though the reading taxed David's strength, but he enjoyed every minute and gained much from the support and enthusiasm. A short article in our local online paper can be read here.
Although we have been in the company of lots and lots of medical personal over the last month, and those people were friendly, giving and supportive, it was startling to feel the energy of a Saturday night, the energy of an audience, the pulse of the life that we love. We have been in a strange isolation, something self imposed and completely self involved. And although I don't mean that we did not/ do not need this time to care for David, but that such a separation from the busier life that we usually lead.
After the play was over, there was a talk-back time with the audience. Before the questions began David wanted to say thank you to those who have helped in so many ways. He wrote out a short list and I read it to the audience. It was sweet and well received. Among other thanks, David thanked the medical care he has received at UW and that this level of care should be available to everyone who lives in our country. That brought a cheer and applause. Ah, Madison. Our place just right.
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What a wonderful way to celebrate life and the theatre and the men and women behind it.
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