A lot has happened in the last seven days including returning from OBX, the girls starting first and third grades, working a PT job on Monday... And yesterday I drove down to Charleston to visit my best friend who was in town. She lives in Louisiana and had brought a friend to that great southern city to show her all it's charms. My friend, Wendy, and I had lived in Chucktown for many years, sometimes she was my hubbie and mine (I can never figure out that syntax) roommate. Other times we watched her possessed cat while she traveled around the world. Or moved her in and out of apartments, sometimes into a new place, then out again in one week. We ate loads of chocolate together, watched so many movies and laughed incessantly at trivial things while living in that glorious city.
Yesterday was a nice reprieve from the things going on currently in my life. To see her and spend the day doing lots of nothing: viewing an assemblage art show, eating at Fast and French, touring the Exchange, walking downtown, and finishing up our sweatfest (I think it was in the 90's but felt like 110 with the oppressive humidity) at the Market. Wendy and I are like two peas in a pod when we are together, we get each other.
Reality came crashing down as I headed home, exhausted. I began to worry about my mother again, my mind spinning around and around. She had been to the doctor that afternoon to talk about surgery. See, last Friday we got the results of her PT scan, she has stage 1 lung cancer. It is a small spot and has not spread to her lymph nodes or anywhere else. It is treatable with surgery, no need for radiation or chemo. It is the best possible scenario for cancer. But, it is still cancer and with that word comes all the fears and dread and worries.
We are feeling pretty positive about her surgery and recovery. It is just hard, you know? I am constantly praying and turning it over to God.
Keep us in your thoughts and prayers. I will keep you posted.