I rejoice greatly to announce that my beloved Mrs. T will be released from New York-Presbyterian Hospital some time in the next couple of days. She responded to treatment much more quickly than the doctors there and in Cape May originally expected, and they decided yesterday afternoon that she’s now in sufficiently good shape to continue recuperating at our apartment in upper Manhattan, which is close enough to the hospital for us to get back there in short order should anything untoward occur.
No visitors for now, please: Mrs. T still doesn’t have enough steam to receive guests. The good news, though, is that she’s well enough to have spent much of Tuesday reading some of the innumerable messages of love, concern, and support that so many of you have been posting on Twitter and Facebook throughout the past two weeks. I can’t begin to tell you how much those heartfelt messages have meant to her—and to me.
To those of you who decided to become organ donors after reading about Mrs. T’s plight now and last November, a special word of appreciation. She is a very private person, and the only reason why she consented to let me write about her illness was that she hoped thereby to increase public awareness of the chronic shortage of donor organs in New York and elsewhere in America. We are overjoyed by your unhesitating response.
If I may mix my metaphors, we’re not out of the woods yet—but we’re still afloat.
UPDATE: These two tweets have had special meaning for us.
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Raúl Esparza sings Stephen Sondheim’s “Being Alive” in the 2006 Broadway revival of Company, directed by John Doyle: