I thought for a while about how I would deliver the good news to Sarah. Do I express my enthusiasm, or remain guarded while allowing her to have her reaction? The fact that I don’t have the judgment in writing and actually don’t know the terms of the judgment keeps nagging at me. Then again, it was Sarah’s day, and I wanted her to have it.
Presently, Sarah has good days where she feels she is able to move about less than half of the day (yes, this is a good day), and I wanted to give her something that would make it a good day. That would allow her to get lost in thought and excitement to the extent that she was able to forget about her physical pain, if only for a short while. So, I settled on showing my excitement and feeding into hers, while making it abundantly clear that we don’t yet know the specific details of the judgment. I hoped that this would be a best of both worlds strategy that would allow me to share this moment with Sarah.
So, I dialed. Sarah picked up and whispered that she was in the library. I suggested that she go outside and sit down. I heard her breathing heavily as she left the library in search of a comfortable place to sit. Once the breathing slowed, I told her. In my mind’s eye, I could see her clutching at her chest as she let out a gush of air, a sigh that released ten years of pain and sadness. For once, it was her moment.