Posting lots and lots over at my mom's caring bridge blog. Little details about her recovery from surgery. Everyone always wants more. They think they do anyway. They don't. I know I don't want to be as sure as I am that I'm going to lose her. Suspense sucks, but certainty is its own brand of hell.
I ran into a post somewhere from a guy who regarded his stage 4 cancer as a chronic disease and had vastly beat the odds. I've grasped onto that story. And I chant it to myself as I'm going to sleep and the surgeon's voice is replaying in my head, telling what he had found and where. A chronic disease. A chronic disease. Sometimes I even forget for a bit. Then I wonder why I feel so sad. Then I remember. And it sucks.
So sorry to know you are going through all this. We went through it all with my father-in-law and twas miserable. Know you are loved...
ReplyDeleteOh Jami, you are most beautiful. You are one of the very first blogs I ever read. And you are one of they very first comments I ever received. Maybe the very first. And I still feel close to you. I still lub reading you every time. I am so sorry about your mom. But oh, how you pull at the heart strings.
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ReplyDeleteThat does suck. I'm so sorry. Chronic disease is a great alternate way of thinking of things, but chronic diseases aren't one bit fun, either.
ReplyDeleteHaving gone through this with my mom, I so feel you on all this.
ReplyDeletePhew.
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