Never in my imagination would I be back at Pearson Airport again this month. As I head to Winterlicious meal number three at Mildred’s Temple Kitchen, my brother calls. Dad is in the hospital. He had a stroke this morning. Should I abort the meal? I may as well eat and surround myself with friends. Mom calls. I discuss directly with the neurology resident. Dysarthria, garbled speech, hemiplegia, chronic renal failure, CT scan.
I talk with mom again. She could not understand Dad’s garbled speech so my dad, pen and paper in hand, jots down “H2O”. I laugh. His brain is still functioning at a pretty high level.
I finish eating (satisfying meal: tasty gnudi and Swiss chard, comfy mac ‘n cheese, and chocolate ice cream stuffed profiteroles), return home, book my flight, clear my schedule, pack, and head to the airport. So much for staying in town.
Hi Christine,
ReplyDeleteThat was a lovely lunch. Really yummy food and great conversation. I'm sorry you had distressing news and had to rush to the airport. Wishing your father a speedy recovery! Thank you for giving me your card. I really enjoyed reading your blog... I have to admit I'm a fellow food and travel nut! Oh and I'm from Vancouver too. :)
Take care,
Cecilia
So sorry to read about your dad's stroke. Not fun at all! But I laughed out loud reading about him writing down that he wanted H2O! How frustrating that must be for him! I hope that he recovers well.
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