I got a call today on my cell phone from Ben.
"Well, Mama, I'm getting out of here today. Going back to the Ritz."
"That's GREAT! How are you feeling?"
"I am awesome, Mama. Let me repeat that: I. AM. AWESOME."
His voice was full. Full of pride and happiness and awesomeness. I haven't heard him sound so strong in months. Years maybe.
Earlier today I called Emily at the Ritz. She's the Assistant to the General Manager. I told her the story of Ben's text message from the lobby upon his arrival. I told her how he loved the desserts. My voice cracked when I thanked her for all the Ritz does to change Ben's experience of his medical travails. The Ritz is like an incentive program on steroids for Ben. Get up and walk. CHECK. Get up and pee. CHECK. Eat something. CHECK. CHECK. CHECK. The sooner you do all these things the sooner you get to go back to your comfy digs at the Ritz. Oddly enough, Ben does not respond to most incentive programs. He is not easily coerced, manipulated or motivated. But, he now knows the routine at the Ritz and it's pretty sweet.
That's it for now. Just an awesome update. So very happy to have it share.