I am a bit embarrassed that this is my first post. I thought it would have something to do with salvaging one of my gasping orchids. But I was moved by your story.
I would remain silent on the anticipated bloom date. After all, it is tending the plant, watching the progress that captivates. There is no guarantee of a bloom at the end, or of getting the dream house, or of finding the perfect lover. Going is the goal. There is not always a prize at the end.