The long road

Bad MRI scan results. A visit to my neurosurgeon. I’ve asked to delay surgery with the hope that I can heal in time. But am I just delaying the inevitable? I am not sure. I guess I’m buying time in the hope of a miracle and to allow my kids to grow up a little bit more so they’re less dependent on mommy. Which is so ironic considering how I’ve been bemoaning about how I wish they wouldn’t grow up so fast.

A reflective bus ride home. Trying to be positive with the silliest thoughts ‘At least it’s not cancer’ ‘Is my pain worsening or is this phantom pain that I’m imagining after the consult?’ ‘I am such a burden to my family’ ‘What a bad fall’

In the meantime I text my sisters to let them know and bask in their comforting words. R is less comforting, because he never minces the truth and tells it like it is, but I need that sense of reality. I’m going to have to tell my parents when I get home, I can already imagine their crestfallen worried faces, sigh, my poor long suffering parents.

This is my year of recovery. It has to be.

4 Responses to “The long road”

  1. 1 Gerry March 12, 2019 at 4:52 pm

    Hi sister D, I am on 普陀山观音praying trip with family,suddenly miss you and just check out your blog ,could I ask what happen to you?

  2. 3 5feetfive March 14, 2019 at 12:47 am

    Bon courage (as the French would say)! – big hugs –

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