And so he danced.

The hospital had organized a party for the patients. Decorations.Food.Music.White shirt,greyish blue v neck sweater,his favourite, I still treasure it,grey trousers.And he was ready. A lovely social worker whom I had noticed on several occasions being kind to every-one,no raised voice,no barely concealed irritability in gestures, approached my husband,smiling.He looked at me and mouthed excitedly - she wants to dance with me,can I? I nodded. And they danced.His size eleven and a half shoes shuffling to the right,shuffling to the left,shuffling every which way.His head high,looking about like a preening peacock.So proud.I could not take my eyes off of them.My husband,the man I had loved for so long and fought so hard not to hate, for a few moments was made to feel like a human being again, like every-one else,like a man that he once was,handsome,kind face,brilliant mind.The lovely creature was gently guiding him,never letting the smile leave her face even when he stood on her feet.The English rose,the salt of the earth. I have never thanked her. But then,watching them on the dance floor,I did not know that in the years to come there would only be very few people like her infinitely kind to my husband. Very few in the multitude of medical professionals I had to deal with. No,I did not know it then.But I know it now and now I want to say to her - thank you.