This afternoon, we met another wonderful volunteer sent over from the local Jewish federation, named Y. She's a mom of 3 and an occupational therapist, but she was coming to lend a hand for an hour or two to The Boy and me. It was incredible to have her come over, because that extra pair of hands means so much.
I'm a little overwhelmed at the volunteers that have been coming by, because I find it hard to believe that so many people are willing to donate time and energy (and money, for gas & parking) to come and sit with us in the hospital! Today, Y's presence allowed me to take a leisurely shower, microwave my lunch without running back and forth, and walk downstairs to McDonalds for coffee and cookies. (I meant to save one cookie for my wife, but it didn't make it back upstairs before becoming a casualty. I'll file a Missing Cookies report, but I think I'll find it in about 12 hours.) When I was there in the room, it was nice having someone to help out and to talk to.
Sigh. The Boy just dumped a thing of juice on the floor. Got to go.