Bright spot

Eddy called today!

I had been unsuccessfully trying to reach him for a couple of weeks. Damn that Nigerian phone system. Anyway, around 5:30 I was in the imaging room at work, learning to use FlowJo [it rocks!] and preparing some data for presentation at lab meeting mañana. Thank God the usually crappy cell reception in the back of that building was slightly less crappy, allowing me to receive the call. I went to the front of the building and sat on the couch in the lobby to talk. Note to the (several) people who don't know me but kept walking by and staring at me: haven't you seen someone talk on the phone before? Or was it the fact that I was sitting in the lobby after business hours? That I was sitting in the lobby at all? WTF? Was I supposed to go hide somewhere or stand outside in the snow?

Back to the topic: things are still the same. The potential for hope for his return is there, but not the actual hope itself. I can't let myself get excited, it just leads to disappointment. But it was wonderful hearing his voice again. It's been a tough 30 months since we left South Miami. Lately I have been doing better, though . . . let's hope it stays that way.