I am at the Houston Airport, awaiting my flight to Moscow. It is 4:27 on this sunny Saturday afternoon and boarding begins at 5:00 pm. So many memories have arisen with a lump in my throat. I was here in 2013, boarding this same flight, and maybe this same jet, headed for a cure. And here I sit again, but headed to what?
There is excitement at seeing old nursing friends whom I do hope are still there…Olga, Infusion Lady, and Miss Bon Appetite! And of course the BEEE-YOU-TEE-FULL (that is how he pronounces it!) Dr. Fedorenko, and stunning Anastasia who is fluent in English and is Dr. F’s new assistant. She will be an amazing friend, no doubt. Baked apples, soups, oatmeal, even tongue are anticipated – although his time I did come prepared for anything with twenty small packs of Arby’s Sauce. You know the TSA wonders why the heck those were packed!
Will I have my same room on the second floor? Will it snow? Will I be able to head to the Izmailovo Market? And can Dr. F help me walk better, talk better, and not tremor the house down? Soup, although loved, is most difficult at this time. A straw is handy, but definitely not Emily Post appropriate.
As much as I truly hated leaving the U.S. where my small family and great friends have been so supportive, I now head back to old friends and new ones to be met.
Many words are on my heart…
Proverbs 4:12 When you walk, your step will not be hampered;
and if you run, you will not stumble.
So give me about eighteen hours and I will be posting again from Moscow. I will not be checked into the Pirigov Hospital yet, but will have solid, numb, shaky feet on the ground.