Let me begin by thanking everyone for their emails and best wishes.  I think that David is ready to have visitors, and it will help him keep engaged.   People have also been asking about where to send cards, etc.  You can use our NY address – 325 Fifth Ave, 35E, New York, NY 10016 or the Hospital for Joint Diseases, 301 E 17th Street, New York, NY 10003.  If you are visiting, make sure you call to make sure what his therapy schedule is, so you aren’t having to wait around for him to come back from the gym.  He is at the Hospital for Joint Diseases.

Today he worked with the Physical Therapist and sat in a wheel chair for a little over an hour.  He also talked to the Recreational Therapist, but was dozing when the yoga class was starting.  I think he may have been faking, but I didn’t have the heart to tell the RT.  The staff at HJD are great and that is probably why it is rated as the #1 rehab center in NY and #8 in the country.  The weekends are a little lighter on work, but they still do some.  Starting on Monday he will have at least 3 hours per day, if not more.  I will participate as much as they will let me and makes sense.

I will end by telling a story that I am sure when David is able, will turn me into the “big beefy son” (some of you have heard that story already – I know it by heart) but I am telling it for another reason.  Yesterday, for some strange reason – maybe I looked particularly good, who knows – a number of folks referred to David as my Dad, and I had to correct them.  When we were still in Albany, a team of four Doctors came in, Dr. Bernardini, his attending Physician, and three other Doctors.  The three were relatively young, and one of them had been in earlier, and we spoke briefly about his transfer to NY.  I hate to stereotype, but for simplicity sake, lets say I was pretty sure that Dr. Mary had a wife at home named Ruth.  Dr. Bernardini started by saying they were doing everything they could to get “your Dad” transferred as soon as possible, and I said, well, he’s not my Dad, and he just said, OK, and continued.  As they left, Dr Mary leaned over to me and said “I am so sorry”, and I really thought, that’s OK, it was an honest mistake, and I didn’t feel any slight.  I think that if you have to explain the point of your story, you haven’t told it well, and when David is able to, he will take this story and turn it into a gem (or at least point out its weaknesses), but there are two points – I have to say that being able to say to the hospital staff that David is my husband, makes all the difference in the world and second, I have not had one person miss a beat when I have said it.