When Mama Rose asks Gypsy Rose Lee: “Just one thing I want to know. All the working and pushing and finagling, the scheming, the scrimping, all the lying in bed nights figuring how we’ll get to the next town, how we’ll all eat on a buck, how I’ll make an act out of nothing. Why did I do it? You say I fought my whole life. I fought all YOUR life. So tell me now, what did I do it for?
Gypsy: “I thought you did it for me, Mama.”
When I started to blog about my adventures as a spouse of someone who got a kidney transplant, I told myself that I could write it in such a way that it would still allow Michael to have his privacy. But after the recent post I realize, there’s no way to do that, really. You see, Michael hates all this “sharing” online to begin with and I thought that after writing and re-reading my journal posts that they wouldn’t be too intrusive to his privacy. Turns out, I was wrong. When I read today’s post again, I cringed for him, knowing how he’d feel if he saw these posts. Out of respect for him, for us, I think these are writings best kept as a journal of the events that have taken place for me and not to be shared with the world.
So although there is more written, it won’t be appearing online. If I find a way to tell how I feel without taking away Michael’s privacy, maybe I’ll post some more but for now it just feels like an invasion of privacy.
We both appreciate the support and love that has been afforded to us by everyone we know. We’ve still got a couple more weeks here in Arizona before we get to head back to Vegas. So thanks for the good thoughts, that’s all we need at the moment. He’s progressing nicely and we’re looking forward to getting home and welcoming this new phase of our life. Hope to see you in it!
I’ve also realized, like Rose comes to realize in Gypsy, “I guess I did it for me.” Gypsy: “Why Mama?” Rose: “Just wanted to be noticed, I guess.”