Today is Marge’s birthday, the something anniversary of her 21st birthday, and while I’m normally quite cynical about things, Marge’s birthday isn’t the day be so. As I’ve noted many times on this blog, most of my so called ‘friends’ upped sticks and vanished either soon after the accident or when they realized that I wasn’t going to make some kind of miraculous recovery so that things could return to how they were.
Marge could have done that. Course she could. And who could blame her? Not me. Her plate was quite full enough as it was. She didn’t need the added complications that my brain injury provided as well. Shortly after my brain injury we had to move house, a perfect opportunity for her decide, ‘Well I’ve done my bit, I’ve got to think of my own needs, what they are and might yet be, and so I wish you all the best, keep in touch and let me know how its all going’
But she didn’t. Instead she found a house nearby, with a downstairs room and a toilet that could be used a bedroom, the room that is, not the toilet. She has also been of incalculable help in helping to manage my care plan, something for which I’m not always as thankful as I should. But she always seems able to reframe my negativity into less of a negative, to see the potential in any given situation, to cajole using her own unique brand of encouragement, indeed she is imbued with such boundless optimism that it would make Pollyanna seem like a miserabilist.
One might think therefore, that in return for the countless kindnesses she bestows on me, I would perhaps be not as caustic about all the things I’ve just deleted. But I’m not. Quite why she hasn’t killed me yet is a testament to how forbearing and wonderful she is. Come to think of it, I can’t recall her ever having really gone off the deep end at me, shouty wise, in fact not even in the shallow end, even though I don’t doubt there’s a voodoo doll of me in her room full of needles.
I don’t do ‘Hallmark’ sentiment and don’t worry, I’m not going to start now, but she has come through for me in a way that is quite beyond mere words.
So Happy Birthday Marge!