Birthday Baby

Hubby left, Kei right

The seventh was my baby’s birthday. Here in Mexico, that was yesterday.

My hubby has an undiagnosed condition that is slowly destroying her liver, kidneys, and pancreas. Earlier this year, the doctors told us that she would need a transplant which she would not be eligible for. Without this, they estimated that she would be left with only 4 months to live. We don’t have a lot of money, so we were really prepared for the worse. So today, several months after it was predicted that she shouldn’t still be alive- she made it past another birthday.

Palacio de Bellas Artes (from Wiki)

Being poor, we didn’t do anything particularly amazing. We woke up at about 2 pm (we’re night owls), and she decided that she would just like to go walk around. So, we hiked Felipa (her wheelchair) down the three flights of stairs, and embarked on a city tour.

Mexico City is really an interesting place, especially on a Saturday. We usually take the bus or a subway to places, trying to stay away from the public as much as possible. People mean sicknesses (swine flu, anyone?), and she really can’t afford to get sick. Walking from our house to the Palacio de Bellas Artes was something I had never done, and there were many things along the way that I had never seen.

People own Mexico City, they don’t just live in their homes and visit the city. They cross the street when they want to cross the street, run red lights when they can, play music as loudly as they want, graffiti, litter, spit, curse- whatever they want. Sometimes this can be disconcerting and frustrating. I’m from the United States, so sometimes these things annoy me. When I see spray paint and piles of trash on the corners, I burn in fury at what I sometimes consider to be a lack of civic responsibility and pride.

Then again, there are days like yesterday. A day where I was able to see everyone piled around to watch a documentary about culture being projected on the wall of a building, a whole park full of all ages enjoying chess, whole tents set out for dance lessons, or an aztec tribal dance taking place in the middle of a business district. It’s not a holiday, though my husband might tell you otherwise, this is just what happens here on a Saturday.

As simple a day as it was, it was a lot of fun, and I was grateful to have another day with my sweetheart.


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