For the first time in well over a year, Truett and I went to a movie. That's true, sort of. In the past, Truett and I have gone to movies; but today I took Truett to a movie. I know this sounds trivial and maybe spiteful; however, in well over a year of our life, movies seemed unfathomable.
A year ago yesterday, January 29, 2011, Truett had a tumor removed and our life, as we knew it, changed drastically. Believe me. Throughout 2011, I never, ever thought we would regain a semblance of our past "normal" life. But today we kind of did.
We are now in a new year, 2012. Truett is making progress, and I am making progress. I will not stand for another 2011 . . . another status quo. I have been trying to regain my life in slow increments, and am now trying to regain our life in slow increments.
Yesterday I told Truett I wanted to see Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. My sister told me it was wonderful and that I needed to take plenty of tissues. Originally, Mom was going with us, but she backed out this morning. I know why. She is 88 years old and did not want to get up at 11:00, eat, get dressed, ride to Gainesville, sit in a two+ hour movie, and spend another 45 minutes riding home. No,I don't blame my mother at all. I only hope when I am 88 that I will still be watching TV.
Anyway, my biggest concern was handicapped accessibility. I couldn't remember which theater we had been to where there was a steep incline to the second floor to view the movie. I worried all morning long and decided that the movie staff would have to help wheel Truett up the steep ramp, if necessary. And then, of course, help keep him from whizzing down the steep ramp and crashing through the double doors following the movie.
But, we were lucky. The movie was on the first floor. I loaded Truett up with popcorn, a diet coke, and M&M's and off we went to a special seating arrangement at the Regal Royal Park Stadium 16 on Newberry Road in Gainesville, Florida.
I loved the movie Extremely loud & Incredibly Close. Truett thought it lacked excitement; but, you know what. We went to a movie. I didn't cry, though. I just chaulked it up to all my tears being expended in 2011.
Next time, Truett gets to choose the movie!
And folks, there WILL be a next time!
I'm SO happy that you and Dad did this.
Posted by: merry jennifer | January 31, 2012 at 04:10 AM
One step at a time is right! This sounded like a big one. Don't forget that slow and steady wins the race...and you are back in the race....
Posted by: Mary Anne Gilmer | January 31, 2012 at 02:38 PM