We had celebrated Mother’s Day with my sister Colleen on Saturday. Well, it really wasn’t a celebration. My niece M. has challenging feet and the three Day sisters met up at Harry’s Shoes on the Upper West Side. The store was filled with weathered souls whose feet had the look of gnarly winter branches. In amongst the winter grey heads was M. looking overwhelmed as the youngest client in the room. On the cusp of adulthood, her foot challenges have damned her to shop in places with those beyond her years. There will be no stories of dancing the night away in 4″ heels or any fanciful shoe purchase. Hers is a future of sensible shoes. We were there to rally her on and catch a visit with each other amongst the footwear.
As luck would have it we met Amhed, the shoe salesman for problem cases. He held M’s foot, asked her where the pain usually was and diagnosed what shoes would be best for her. He had such a magical manner that we all wanted to put our feet in his hands.
We imagined asking, “Tell me what is best for these feet Ahmed!” Eyes batting naturally as this is a dream sequence.
You’ll be pleased to know we resisted the desire and let M. be Cinderella for the day. Ahmed searched the store keeping in mind her young age and brought back boxes upon boxes of shoes. “He asked about the comfort of her toes and arches while we three sat on the sidelines swooning. Eventually, he found her 3 pairs of shoes and one in particular screamed adorable. A girl damned to sensible shoes at an early age rarely can look down and see such cuteness wrapped around her toes. We three were so thrilled that all of the shoes were purchased. M starts her summer internship in a few weeks and we wanted her to start with her best foot (wear) forward.
I am so sorry that I didn’t take any photos of the purchased shoes. Instead, I am showing photos from a week ago of St Peters Church in Chelsea. Warmer weather is here and the flowers are just beautiful
Switching topics completely, this month marks the beginning of my 5th year of being NED (No Evidence of Disease). This is an anniversary that is celebrated and noted in my head only. You don’t throw parties to remember moments like your lumpectomy or mastectomy. I don’t even want to think what the cake would look like. I digress. My big Woo Hoo has been dampened with the diagnosis of Osteopenia. I don’t have Osteoporosis yet but if things keep up the way they do it is likely going to be part o my future. I’m now in the midst of testing and will be seeing a physical therapist to learn what exercises I should be doing. As it turns out, Pilates and Yoga don’t build bone strength. I will let you know what I learn and welcome suggestions from those who are facing the same challenge.
In the meantime, I hope you are all enjoying the month of May.