Archive | March 2015

Brownies for everyone

Wednesday will be two weeks since I had my gallbladder removed. The outpatient laparoscopic surgery went very well, no complications, but the first week of recovery was pretty rough. I’m still not sleeping well, and it’s only in the last couple of days that I’ve started driving and getting out of the house for more than a walk around the block. Today I made my first visit to Mom in 13 days.

I made a pan of brownies (from a mix) a few nights back when I was bored and craving chocolate and, because I do NOT need to eat an entire pan of brownies by myself, I packed up most of them to take to Mom. I had to stop at Walmart and pick up a prescription for her on the way, so while I was at it I stopped in Starbucks and got her some “fancy coffee” (a vanilla latte) to have with her brownies.

Mom was, as usual, in her recliner in the TV room with the other ladies. Her face lit up when I handed her the coffee and showed her the brownies. She ate one, licked her fingers appreciatively, and then leaned over to her roommate in the chair next to her, tapping her on the arm and gesturing toward the Tupperware container in my hands. “Have one!” I passed the brownies to Yoko, who took one carefully and said, with a big smile, “Thank you.” In all the many times I’ve visited, it’s the first time Yoko has ever spoken to me. Usually she just smiles and nods, and I wasn’t even sure if she understood English.

The three wheelchair-bound residents were all seated around the dining room table, and I saw one of them turn her head to see what I was doing. I smiled and brought the brownies over to the table. Though none of those ladies speak much, and two of them need assistance to eat, their smiles said it all. Chocolate is a universal language.

After I’d handed out brownies all around, I returned to my seat next to Mom. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “I don’t have anything to share around except when you bring something.”

We sat and talked for a little while, about my surgery and about my brother’s recent visit to her, and then I suggested that we play a game of Scrabble. The staff made room for us at the end of the dining room table while I brought the game from Mom’s room. We only play a couple times a month now, so Mom always needs a little prompting at the start about how many tiles to draw and what to do with a blank one… but once she gets going, she still plays as well as ever. We played two games. I won the first by three points, she won the second by two.

She’s always enjoyed Scrabble but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her have so much fun with a game. Her eyes were sparkling and she got enthusiastic about every good play, whether it was hers or mine. After she played a Z on a Triple Letter Score and got a 42-point word, she did a little dance in her seat. It made me so happy to see her like that, I hated to stop at two games… but my surgery area had started to ache and I needed to get home and lie down with an ice pack.

I left the brownies on the little end table by her chair and reminded the staff, who had declined them earlier, that they were for everyone.