Some days are LEMONS . . . Some days are LEMONADE – but these past few days have surely been LEMONADE, for which I can’t sufficiently express my gratitude.
Normally . . . my Editorials are somewhat all Doom and Gloom, full of despair based upon reason with a glimmer of hope once the dust settles . . . so this one might be a bore, because I’m excited about the current 24 hours – which might be a drag to you, since I’m not suggesting Tar and Feathers or Lynchings at the Town Square.
AS YOU ALL KNOW . . . the original news that I conveyed for Stryker’s challenge wasn’t very good, but what I didn’t let-on, was that it was actually very bad, which had Anne and myself STEELING ourselves for the worst.
And every day that passed without the Biopsy Result was sheer Torment.
When Anne took Stryker to the Vet for his Surgery this past Monday, I couldn’t go, because I was as sick with a stomach ailment during the early morning of the surgery, as I could ever remember ever being.
It got so bad and painful for me, that at 3:00 in the morning, I was almost to the point of waking Anne to call 911, and have them dispatch an ambulance. But, somehow through the night, I was able to catch a few fitful moments here and there to grab some sleep.
And when I awoke in the morning, I was still really sick, very weak, but not in that much pain, so you could only imagine how HORRIBLE I felt by not being able to go to the Clinic with Anne and Stryker for his Surgery, basically putting all the stress on Anne’s poor shoulders, including her worry over me, with how poorly I felt.
By 2:00 on Monday afternoon, the Surgery was done, and part of Anne’s instructions to the Vet prior to the Surgery, was that within no more than a minute of Stryker coming off the Operating Table, he was to be placed on a blanket on the floor in an examination room, where, when he would wake out of the anesthesia, the first thing he would see would be Anne’s face. And the first thing he would feel would be Anne’s gentle touch.
And as Anne saw Stryker and the 16-Inch Incision along his side, held together with more than 30-Surgical Staples, Anne called me to say that Stryker pulled through between sobs and tears, as she tried to describe his wound and her relief that he made it.
And as horrible as I physically felt, which was much better than I felt several hours before, I jumped into Anne’s Miata Sports Car, which I fit into like a sardine fits into a can, and drove the hour to be with Anne and Stryker, hoping to keep whatever I ate where it belonged.
And by the time I got to the Clinic, Stryker was awake, groggy and happy to see me. Then came the prognosis from the well-seasoned Surgeon. What he said, was that the growth was nothing like anything he had ever seen before, but it wasn’t on the muscle, and only on the skin, which gave him reason for hope that it wasn’t Cancer. But he didn’t know, and exhorted us to keep the faith.
SO LET ME FAST FORWARD A BIT . . . with every passing day, and without wanting to be pains in their backside of the Vet, we called the Clinic to see if they heard anything about the Pathology. And every day it was the same polite answer, that they will call us the moment when they receive news.
On Friday, while Frank, Christine (his wife), Anne and I were chatting, Frank mentioned that he had to pick-up several Horses from someone who couldn’t keep them any longer, and as an act of kindness, he would move them to a new home where they would be treated like royalty. Then he had to deliver another beautiful Horse, which he and Christine had sold to another wonderful home, where he would be pampered and spoiled, and would pay for his keep by being ridden by a kind new owner who rode with the Toronto Hunt.
And then we would be picking-up three additional Thoroughbred Race Horses, which were being retired from their duties, from a fabulous Race Stable, also near Toronto, whose owners don’t believe in throwing Horses away like used-up meat after their best days are behind them.
Anne, Stryker and I met in the kitchen of Frank and Christine’s House, as others joined us for an early Saturday morning breakfast, which is always like controlled mayhem, with activities of every description being discussed for the farm and animals. And at about 8:00AM, after a wonderful morning start, the three initial horses were loaded onto the Horse Trailer, and we were on our way.
I’m not going to bore you with details of the drive to the destinations, other than to say, that for me, and the Stress I lived with over the past week, this trip was better than MEDICINE.
I received a TEXT from Anne telling me . . . “STRYKER IS AWESOME – CALL ME RIGHT AWAY” – which is exactly what I did, to hear Anne crying and sobbing on the phone as she told me that the Vet had just called, to tell her that the mysterious growth was NOT Cancer, and was a severe spreading subcutaneous infection, caused by an external force, which could have been the result of many things. AND THAT HE REMOVED IT ALL.
AND IN THE FINAL ANALYSIS . . . Stryker will live more than long enough to continue to bitch and tell us what we have to do to make him happy, as everyone who will still come into contact with him, won’t be able to help themselves from falling in love with our 92-Pound Schutzhund German Shepherd.
SO I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YOU – HOW THAT MADE THE REST OF MY DAY.
And when we dropped-off the first 2-Horses at a small farm near Kingston Ontario, where they will be used for Therapeutic Rides for children with problems, that was like Whipped Cream on top of the Sundae, as we saw the faces of the owners children Light-Up as the Horses were paddocked with their ponies.
Then we continued far North West of Toronto, where we dropped off the Hunt Horse, where I marveled at the gorgeous barn and grounds owned by the two Guys, who couldn’t be more excited, more grateful, kinder, and generous if they tried.
And instead of just dropping off the Horse and exchanging some small talk, Frank and I hung around for a longer period of time than we had planned, only because the VIBES couldn’t be better.
AND FINALLY . . . WE PICKED-UP THE THOROUGHBREDS – at this gorgeous facility, from people who were amongst the LEFT’S DEFINITION OF 1-PERCENTERS, who didn’t need to give a damn about the welfare of Horses that could no longer produce for them, but rather, they made every effort to see that their Horses wound up in the best care from people who will love and protect them.
Frank and I drove from 8:00AM Saturday Morning until 1:30AM Sunday Morning, covering a round trip of just about 1,000-Miles to deliver FREE HORSES, to a great home where the horses will provide comfort to children.
WE DROPPED-OFF A WONDERFUL HUNT HORSE to people who will give it a fabulous Home, with love, care and attention.
WE PICKED-UP THREE THOROUGHBREDS, which went from an exciting life of breeding and training for the Track, to a great finish in what should be long and happy lives at Forever Green Stables, which you can see on the ADS to the Right of this Editorial
AND HERE’S THE CAPPER – Today is MAY 1st, which is our FORTY-THIRD Wedding Anniversary when Anne said I DO – and I’m still saying THANK YOU.
How can 24-hours possibly get any better than that?
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov