I'm sad today. My mom is having a bad reaction to her chemo (rash on her entire body and thrush in her mouth) and there is nothing I can do to help. I feel the miles between us.
My sister, M, is having her hysterectomy and oophorectomy tomorrow. She is coming to terms with the seriousness of the brca2 diagnosis. It's not easy because we really don't have any choice-the surgeries must be done. The statistics are too high. One doctor said "it's not if you're going to get cancer but when." My emotions are all over the place. I'm happy because I can be proactive. I'm scared because I've never been in the hospital except giving birth, I'm annoyed because this is disrupting my life, I'm overwhelmed by the support people have shown, and I'm thankful for my amazing husband.
I wanted to write a little bit about my sister. For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be with her. When I was young, I'd sit outside her bedroom waiting for her to make time for me. I wanted to borrow her clothes and style my hair just like hers. She was confident. She was a brilliant. She was strong. She was beautiful. She was my big sister.
Years and a few wrinkles later, she is still all those things. But, now
she is also
my best friend.
Please pray for M tomorrow. Her surgery is scheduled for 11:15.