Happy Valentine’s Day -- What a perfect time to thank all of you for all the love and heartfelt acts of kindness you showed me during my brain surgery in September. In this modern world where civility is so rare, I am here to tell you that the affection and wonderful tales of friendships completely overpowered all things negative. David and I were totally blown away by the flowers, the cards, the e-mails, the phone calls. It was heartwarming; when we checked out of our hotel (where we stayed for several weeks after the surgery) the front desk clerk said: “You got more mail, more flowers and more phone calls than any guest we’ve ever had. You must have a lot of friends and be a really good person!”
I must say I was so pleased with my family who came through with flying colors.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
This posting is a reprint of an article which MORE Magazine printed in June 2009.
When my mortality called, I refused to answer.
When she phoned again, I told her she had the wrong number.
Like the most persistent junk callers, she rang me yet again and this time left a message: “You have Parkinson’s disease.” I hung up, hoping she was merely an obscene caller.
When she phoned once more, I told this nuisance caller politely but firmly to check directory assistance because she must have me mixed up with another Peggy van Hulsteyn, some frail widow in declining health. I was the healthy Peggy van Hulsteyn, fifty-something, with boundless energy, an exciting writing career, and a wonderful marriage. Having a degenerative illness was not on my to-do list.