Before I left the hospital last night, I asked Hook if he had any new year’s resolutions. I half expected him to say, ‘I don’t make new year’s resolutions’. But, I knew this second stay at the hospital scared Hook, perhaps even more than the first one, so I was curious if and what he would answer.
“Thrive,” he said.
“Thrive? As in the opposite of ‘failure to thrive’?” I smiled when I asked this as I rested my eyes on my husband’s profile, taking in his new full beard and customary baseball cap on his little, bald head. The old with the new. He wasn’t looking at me but staring straight ahead as he repeated himself.
“Yes,” he said. “I want to thrive in the new year.”
Declaring a positive intention out loud was a first for Hook. He’s not a wishy-washy, touchy-feely kind of guy, and I’m not that kind of a girl which is why we’re a perfect match. I know from experience, though, that if we don’t declare our intention out loud or in writing, it has less of a chance of success.
When Hook was re-admitted last Friday, his surgeon wrote on the intake form: Failure to Thrive. Hearing this was such a blow to Hook’s health ego not just for him but for both of us. Failure to Thrive. For someone educated in the science of studying life that thrives, Hook felt a little let down by his body. I didn’t feel too great as his caretaker either.
If 2012 was a failure to thrive then 2013 will be to thrive not only for Hook but for us together as a family. It’s a new year, a new Hook, new Hooks thriving our way into 2013.