The nurse said it was helpful if the spouse went to the Cardiac Rehabilitation Orientation with the client. So, on Tuesday, I happily went with Jon to his Orientation. I got the feeling they wanted to see what kind of support Jon was getting at home. I imagine it helps them get to know their clients a little better. I have to admit I zoned out a bit on the part where the coordinator, Patty, was giving her standard speech about what to expect, but otherwise we had as good a time as can be expected. And in addition to my learning what Jon would be doing for one hour, three times a week at Cardiac Rehabilitation, I got to express my opinions about how I felt about it. That is, I had the opportunity to let Patty know that I believed it was an important part of Jon’s healing (important for him of course, this isn’t about me) that he could start cooking again.
I mean, sure I miss the days when Jon used to kick me out of the kitchen. And it was really nice when I got out of the shower in the morning and all I had to do was make myself a cup of tea to accompany the already made breakfast. And I fondly remember the tinkle of Jon’s text messages while I was working, alerting me that lunch was ready. And who wouldn’t miss coming in from the studio, after a full day of work, at tasty and healthy dinner already on my plate ready to eaten, just at I was beginning to feel faint from hunger.
But really, I wasn’t thinking about me when I made this suggestion to Patty. I was thinking how good it would be for Jon, how much better it would make him feel, to really start getting back to normal. Doing those things he really loves to do….like cook.
And I must admit that Jon has been easing back into it, a dinner here a lunch there. And it wasn’t really good for him to be lifting the big pot filled with water to cook the corn. But ultimately, I’m thinking of old normal, not new normal when it comes to cooking. The kind of normal where Jon cooks all the meals (not some or few) and I wash the dishes afterwards.
Now I understand this is going to take time, I guess I just want to make sure we don’t just fall into some new habits (like me cooking) and forget how things used to be. So, in ten years, I’m not saying things like “When we first got married……..”
So you can imagine how thrilled I was today when I heard Simon braying and looked out my studio window and there was Jon, shucking corn (something he was not allowed to do a few weeks ago) and feeding the husks to the donkeys. Because this could only mean one thing. Jon was making lunch. Which makes me a believer in Cardiac Rehabilitation and the idea that dreams really do come true.