I feel like I need to apologize. I’ve been less than active lately. But family comes first.
Our family has faced a number of tribulations over this past year, ones we are facing together, ones we refuse to let overwhelm us. Honestly, I wake up some days and wonder how the hell we keep going. But we do. My husband gives me strength. I hope I give him some in return. But our son, aside from the fact that he is well immersed in his terrible 3′s, is probably the one empowering us both to stay strong. He is, after all, our little miracle. I’ve tried to tell you his tale a number of times, but always end up deleting it. Someday, you’ll hear our story. For now, I’ll give you the gist of what’s going.
My amazing mother-in-law, who watches our son while we work, is ill. She’s having surgery on Monday and will probably be laid up for about a month or more. It all depends on how it goes. My husband and I were each at work when we got the news and we both freaked out in our own way. He kept stepping outside to clear his head, only to realize there wasn’t anything he could but wait. I jumped in my car and went straight to her house. She had to meet with her doctor to arrange the surgery and needed someone to watch the kids, as our son is not the only child she cares for. I was used to one kid, not the multiple children under her care. Luckily, my husband’s cousin came over to help. I honestly have no idea how my mother-in-law does it. But she has a system and it works for her. When she was going through who eats what for lunch, she turned to see this look of lost of my face and laughed. “Just feed them,” she said. I could handle that.
A diagnosis of uterine cancer is never a good one. But they caught hers early. Stage One could most likely be treated with surgery alone. We certainly hope so. My son is with her just about everyday. He loves and needs his Grammy. We love and need her too. I’m proud to say I have three mothers – my momma, my stepmother, and my mother-in-law. They have each raised me in their own way, each taught me something about myself, and each have made me stronger just for knowing them. I need all my mommies. And husband needs his too. But the last thing we want is to see our son lose someone so close to him. That’s why we’re so hopeful of the prognosis. That’s why we’re doing all we can to stay strong – for him.
So, I’ll be getting in plenty of Mommy and Me time while we wait for her to recover. My boss is incredibly understanding, especially since he lost his own mother to cancer six years ago. I thought he was going to cry when I told him what was going on. But we arranged for me to work on my husband’s days off and my mother is setting things up to take him a couple days here and there so I can still bring in some sort of income. Luckily, she’s a nurse – an awesome one. She can explain things we don’t really understand and knows how to lift our spirits as we all face this from different perspectives.
I will pop in during nap times, maybe with a poem or some pretty pictures or just some small anecdote. So all I ask is that you bear with me while we get through this. And even though I don’t actually know any of you in real life, I gain strength from you too. And for that, I thank you.
Until next time, take care of yourselves and each other.