I know this is a silly topic, but my original plan for this blog was as a humorous look at aging. Everything can not always be sunshine and roses, but a Facebook post today from my old friend Sandy Goroff, made me smile and then remember………….
I have known Sandy for about fifty-five years, her older sister Nanci and I were BFF’s in high school, Sandy was just the cute little sister who tried her best to hang with the very sophisticated seventeen year olds. Because of my friendship with Nanci, our Mother’s became very friendly. Their friendship started with late night phone calls when Nanci and I were out together, but continued long, long after Nanci and I had married and moved to far-flung places.
My Mother and Lil remained friends and neighbors until my Mother died in 2005. I actually have seen more of Sandy over the years because of trips to Florida. I have always been a bit envious of her really great career in PR for publishing and success as a photographer. The classic, road not taken dynamic.
Lil Goroff was my role model for widowhood, when she lost her husband she immediately went to grief counseling and carried on, she lived to be ninety-five and never without a significant other. Every time one of my friends loses her husband, after waiting a polite amount of time, I share the story of my darling Lil who never stopped moving forward.
She also had a knack for taking really good care of herself. Unlike my Mother, who had to be forced to go to the doctor, Lil was on top of every possible ailment and that explains the post that you see below…….
More and more i am thinking Lucy is the reincarnation of my mother, Lil.We just got off the phone with the veterenary surgeon who reports Lucy is prolapse free this morning (the tissue receded) She suggests a next more conservative approach/altenative to major surgery today or even exploratory surgery also considered major — with endoscopic work-up and testing (yes the dreaded colonosocpy — i didn’t know cats get them too) with an internist to try and determine what is causing the prolapses. she may for instance have the Roder/Marcus Family Disease — IBS (not funny and yet i say this with a smile) of course i would have a cat with IBS — not only the Jewish Disease but the family disease. Strengthens my case that Lucy really could be the reincarnation of my mother Lill (Lilly vs Lucy Loolee) and need a special steroidal program or food plan. This still may be result in major surgery but for now I am cautiously over the moon that i get my little girl back at 4:00. we will take it from there. Sorry for the obvious TMI but there was no simple way of explaining it without going into detail. And Lori Weiss — you asked! thank you for caring and taking the time to read. xo I know this is a saga or as my mother used to call it l-i-f-e. I will try ot be more entertaining in my next post. hmmmmmmm….this may be tough lol. PS I adopted a Jewish cat!!!!!!!! Who knew?
This post reminded me of my own reincarnated pet or should I say my then new husband’s pet. When I married my husband thirty-seven years ago, he was pet free. I knew he’d had a blue ribbon winning kennel in New York, at one time his Siberian Huskies had been Westminster winners, but at this point he was pet free. I love dogs and my children and I had a beautiful, if a bit vapid Standard Poodle, Samantha.
We married, and I got pregnant. Then the right of return started. First a call from one of his huskies new home, he wasn’t doing well and would Barry take him back. What could I say, sure what is one more dog, right. Didn’t stop there, I can’t remember the exact order but this story is all about just one of the returnees’. Can’t even recall her formal name but she was a beauty, a red husky with big blue eyes, simply gorgeous. She instantly hated me, every morning Barry would get up, get my kids ready for the school bus walk the dogs and leave for the office. These were the first few months of my pregnancy and I was always tired. The moment the door closed and he left, that dog would run up the stairs, stick her nose into my bed and insist I get up that very moment. Okay, I thought maybe she needed to go out, so I would jump up and let her out. It finally became clear she just wanted me out of bed.
One night as we were watching television, as she laid at her beloved master’s feet, as a joke I said to my husband, “I think this dog may be your Mother reincarnated”. His Mother had been dead for years, she’d been a beautiful redhead with blue eyes, so as a joke I called the dog, “Rose” she perked right up and came over to me. Jokingly, I said, “I think this dog is your Mother, she doesn’t want me to sleep in the morning while you go to work”. We laughed but the name Rose stuck.
She had never been able to have puppies and somehow, Barry convinced my OB/Gyn to do an ultrasound after hours, but nothing seemed to be wrong. Rose continued to make my life, and that of my hapless Poodle, a living hell. Some time after our son was born, Rose died, she was only four or five years old. Barry decide to have an autopsy done. Rose had exactly the same ovarian cancer his Mother, the first Rose, had.
Coincidence, I think not. Sometimes we just might be in the twilight zone.