UnderWoman

This “In the aftermath of the first snow” and !! MEDICAL ALERT !! stuff was all well and good.

But in January 2010, UnderWoman’s myasthenia gravis took a turn for the life threatening, and our hero very nearly died….

After a prolonged flare that could not be brought under control despite all the strong medicines and rigorous treatments tried, UnderWoman wound up intubated in the St. Cukes NICU, where they very nearly killed her before transferring her to her own TNYECONS (The New York EpiCenter of NeuroScience) and the very capable (but trembling) hands of the soon-to-retire Rich Granfeld and his caring, talented team.

As but one of the results of being ventilated (and literally unable to speak) for a week, UnderWoman’s Mom, Merrie Do-It, with the help of a concerted team of family and staff (and one disgruntled UnderWoman detractor), conspired that UnderWoman should move from Manhattan, her soul city of 26 years, to her home state of Maryland BEFORE UnderWoman could regain enough physical, emotional or financial strength to even think about it…much less protest.

In Maryland, Merrie Do-It could serve as UnderWoman’s chef, chauffeur, patron saint and pain in the a**.

So here UnderWoman is, at long last, back in the very land of encroaching suburbs and endless strip malls that she had worked so hard to escape so many years ago…and LOVING IT!!

Well, actually, it was a strange and winding road from her last backwards glances at Brian Liebman to “LOVING IT” on her own.

So more about that….