I am reminded of the rebuke from my d-i-l in Paris. Occasionally people offered me a seat on the metro or bus. I'd smile and say thank you, no. She ranted, "You have EARNED that courtesy. Take the GD seat!"
Our condolences. You deserve some peace, as did your husband.
Roz, supranuclear palsy is indeed a horrific diagnosis. Similar symptoms as ALS, but can be long lasting. My niece suffered for over 12 years.
Son and his 13 year old daughter are spending a week in Berlin, a post-social studies interest trip. No destination dining but rather extensive walk and gawk til you drop monument visits and chic boutique window shopping. At least I hope its just window shopping.
I sent them the list of Berlin bib gourmandes, but so far they have crashed at a sushi bar and a grill where they found burgers and currywurst. Happy campers. We discussed that some people travel to eat and others eat to travel.
Husband is home 9 days now from a month in neurological ICU and a week of rehab after a moderate stroke. This on top of chemo for metastatic cancer. His days are probably calculable, but that's a foolish alternative to trying to pluck some joy from every day we have. IMHO, we are actually living.
Am reminded of a cheeky desk clerk in Paris. I asked him to check the latest weather forecast for me and he refused. "Non? Non?" "After I check for you, Madam, you will know no more than you do now!"
Two male friends always rave about my coffee. However, I have found that left to their own devices they drink instant. Psssssssssssssss, the sound of my ego deflating.
Amen, Sister! When I had my first chest pains (now called panic attacks), I asked my md if they were possibly stress related, psychosomatic, etc. He stated emphatically that he didn't believe in that. Oooooookay.
Fingers crossed for you. Add that the latest version is rampant in NorCal. I halfway joke that I know more people with recent cases than those who've escaped the bullet.