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Hospital Cups! 2017
June 4, 2017

In 2006, I, yes, had a “little coma”…for two months. A year later, I was pretty much recovered but it was quite a life informing experience. I’ll spare you the details (I reposted some earlier posts that explain a little if you are interested. Just scroll down after this post.)

This year I’m just going to tell a funny story. So…since my 3 month hospital stay in 2006 I have, every year, made a couple dozen “hospital cups” and given to family and friends who were very helpful to me at that time and I have taken 50 cups to St. Luke’s Hospital as a thank you. Every year.

Last May a lady walked into my booth at the Brookside art fair and said, “you are the one who brings cups for the people at St Luke’s, right?” “Yes, I said with a smile”. “Well..You need to know something!” (fortunately I saw a twinkle in her eye or she would have scared me a little!) “You take the cups to the 4th floor for the therapists and to the 7th floor for the staff there.” “yeah”. “Well, you stayed on the 8th floor, not the 7th. I have been taking your bags of cups up to the 8th floor. Every year. And you need to know this because I am retiring and you need to take your cups to the eighth floor from now on.”

So this very nice…and funny, lady…Susan, instead of contacting me and reporting, simply took care of the cups for me. For years! Just another example of the kindness of those involved in care giving.

To my family and friends, to the staff of St. Luke’s Hospital, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You gave me my life back literally and you recently have given me the best thing of all… cherished moments with my granddaughter, Evelyn, who would not have known me without your care, attention and kindness.

Hospital Cups! 2010
June 4, 2017

This is the post I published in 2010:

In 2006, I went on a road trip to Florida and…well, I had a little coma. Long story, but when I got back into my studio months later, instead of throwing 50 pound platters on the wheel, I was only able to throw with 1/2 pound of clay. So I sat my little (very little) self down and made 50+ cups to give to some friends of mine. Every year since then, I make 50+ cups again because I will never forget and am forever grateful for the care that I received.

This is one pound of clay…

I wedge the clay then cut it in half…

I make some cups. Then I make some more cups.

I have a plaster cast of a sheet of metal that has a diamond plate design. I pound a thin slab onto it to pick up the impression.

I cut out the diamonds…

and attach them to the cup.

I glaze and fire them. Then I put gold luster on the diamond and fire them again. I give one to…

…Bradley. He accompanied me on my fateful journey and was the first person to save my life.

My brother sat by my side for seven weeks and held my hand when I was in my little coma. My daughter, well…there are not enough words…
These two cups are for Randy and Whitney…

Did you ever die but then think of someone at the last moment and change your mind? This cup is for Shannon…

I also give a cup to Susan and John. Susan gave me a mantra when I was in my little coma…it worked. John works at St. Luke’s and was with me every day. Connie gets a cup for all she did for me and because she represents all of my Red Star friends.

And the rest of the cups…

…they go to St. Luke’s hospital. I start with the lady who has been a greeter there for years. Her station is near the door to the parking garage. My daughter told me once that she found this person to be such a comfort. Everyday when Whitney came to the hospital, first to see if I was alive, later to see if I had made progress, the first thing she received at the door was a smile. Then I take cups to the physical therapy area and to the seventh floor.
Doctors, nurses, therapists, and others were so very kind to me. They saved my life then put me back together. I told them that I would never forget them…and I never will.
I forgot to put a diamond on one cup so I gave it a gold rim instead. Maybe you have this cup.