That’s a little joke present that nursemyra brought me from Australia when she came to visit last June. It’s a ‘summoning bell’ for me to ring whenever I need Nog to do something for me (it also looks like it can be used to open beer bottles), though nursemyra pointed out at the time that it was a little late for me to use as I had already recovered from the colon operation. Little did we know then that there would be more to come . . .
Anyhow, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate Nog because, all joking aside, he truly has been there for me throughout all of this and it’s a real comfort to know that he’s also going to help me through the next however-long-it-takes to get better. I know that sometimes Nog has been almost as scared as me, but he doesn’t let it show and he’s always there to help with anything he can, never hesitating to put me first. But I also know that people caring for a sick person can sometimes forget to take care of themselves, so I’ve tried to make sure that this doesn’t happen.
Since May I think we’ve both managed to work it out so that there is a healthy balance of mutual love and respect and support happening – so that both of us can get what we need – though it took awhile to find that balance. I also think we are both going to come through this experience much wiser and somehow better people. Cancer wasn’t what either of us expected or wanted to happen, but it turns out that the silver lining is a deepening of our trust and friendship, as well as quite a lot of ‘growing up’ that was long overdue.
Oh, and we did try out the bell one day to see if Nog could hear it in the livingroom if I rang it in the bedroom. The cats damn near jumped out of their fur, so we didn’t try it again. It looks pretty on the bookshelf though.
Thanks Nog, for everything. I don’t know what I’d do without you.


That’s a great post. For people like us, who are independent and stubborn, relying on someone else can be so difficult. Those people, the ones who prove themselves reliable, are worth more than their body weight in gold and they should know how important they are.
Hail Nog!
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Absolutely right. All Hail Nog!
🙂
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That’s a great post to read first thing on a Monday. I am suitable humbled by the both of you. 🙂
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more hailing of Nog from over here
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Okay, I get it finally about Nog.
You guys BOTH impress the hell out of me.
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Thanks for that, though in truth I mostly just feel pretty helpless and wish I could do more.
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Hugs to Nog!
Re the Nog-bell…
My mother nearly disowned me when I gave my sister a horn (like the one that Harpo Marx used in the movies) for the same purpose when Shirin had he jaw wired shut after surgery.
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He’s a mensch. Nog, buddy- the bell is a call from a friend, you are the friend that is there, not the one who wishes they were. That soft hand on your back is me and them and all those who wish they could be a help. Bless you and your kind heart. I owe you more than a drink but that is what I want to give you and az, a drink in friendship and health. Take care. Be well. Take our love and help and best wishes.
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A total mensch, zoomer. And in his own quiet way he has shown a lot more strength and staying power than those who were at first more ‘showy’ about being there for me.
Relying on someone else is very difficult, Rain, as you well know. And Nog has been very patient with me while I learn to let go of the reins and let him take care of certain things. It’s been interesting watching us both grow in this way.
The Nog-bell wasn’t a totally silly idea because when I am stuck in bed (and Nog is in the living room) he actually can’t hear me if I call him. Not only is my voice quite wimpy but the apartment is L-shaped, and when the balcony doors are open you can’t hear anything going on in the other rooms. What we do instead is keep our mobile phones nearby, especially during the night, so I can call or text him from the bedroom if I need anything.
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