the end of this blog is the beginning.
and i am learning each day that there is no end.
blame is a slippery thing. i blame nicotine. mom blamed herself and her "distaste for doctors in anything other than a social setting." cancer is incredibly beatable. some is preventable. some is not.
hedge your bets.
if you smoke...try to quit. it's really hard. the tobacco industry has designed it that way. wear sunscreen. eat vegetables. see your doctor. mom quit smoking over seventeen years ago. early detection saves lives. it could have saved mummy.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

good news : bad news

the bad news is that i just had the flu like i've never had it before. i now truly understand the phrase "violently ill."

the bad news is that i had to postpone my flight home two separate occasions (with two separate charges) because i could not be a "seat belt sign" away from a bathroom, even for a minute.

the bad news is that i had to miss a few days at work and (good news) there is so much work to be done right now.

the good news is that i was at mummy's house when i collapsed. and i literally collapsed. twice. so the first time, since she died, that i was so sick that i just wanted my mummy, i was not alone. maura was there and she took such good care of me. and i know that mummy would have been so proud of her. she made sure i never had an empy water glass. she went and got crackers and soup and ginger ale. she checked on me around the clock. and i kept thinking how proud mom must be watching her children take such good care of each other. doing the things that she used to do.

the good news is that tuesday was maura's birthday. and i was there for most of tuesday. up until that point, maura only had three birthdays without mom. mom spent maura's birthdays with her. it was their special thing. even when maura lived in nashville, mom would get in her car and take a road trip and spend at least the day/night with maura on her birthdays.

being stuck with moo when i was sick, and having her stuck with me on her birthday. it was divine intervention and it was good. (even if we celebrated with saltines and ginger ale.)