Friday Performance

FaceTime commercials no longer feel cheesy. That's all I'll say about that.

First, the basics. She still has the trach and is still mouthing words. Is also still determined to remove the trach herself which I'm sure she will continue to do until next Wednesday - that's the day the ENT is hoping will be "replace the trach" day. She's still doing Pam-code, which has yet to be decrypted.

Meanwhile, as some of you may have gathered, she smiled last night. Let me set the scene for you. Of course, I'm taking creative license here since I clearly didn't participate, but I've been given descriptions and I'm the one writing so...

Scene: a beautifully decorated hospital room. Envision the large fuschia and polka dotted poofs, newly added butterflies, a smattering of cards full of well wishes and of course the Go Pam Go sign are all offset by the lovely faded sea foam green walls and dirty dishwater grey linoleum floor.

Cast:
Debbie......fairy godmother A
Wendy.......fairy godmother B
Sharon......fairy godmother C
Dee.........Aunt/sister and fairy godmother D (see what I did there? D for Dee. Genius)
Mom.........hero, legend, ass-kicker and spirit animal

Wendy: "Let's play some music."

(the characters look at each other, each gives the normal shoulder shrugs, nods of approval etc, Dee of course cringes a little as music is not necessarily "her thing", but abides as this is for her sister for whom she would do anything. EVEN LISTEN TO MUSIC.)

Suddenly the dim of the florescent lights and the slightly arhythmic beeps of the machine are drowned out by a glorious blast of the Lion King soundtrack. Why? I don't know, just go with it. The music begins to play and the characters feel something move deep within their souls. Gloria Estefan was right, the rhythm IS gonna get you. And it did. They begin to dance. Soon all four characters (grown a$$ women) were swaying to and fro to some serious Disney beats. I know the Broadway Show has NOTHING on this performance.

Are you smiling yet? Because Pam was.