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3 comments | Thursday, January 24, 2008

I'm not one that likes to ask for things. But, I'm making an exception. I'm asking everyone to continue praying for my mom and family.

I was at work yesterday and it was about 5 minutes until time to pack up and leave for the day. My caller ID showed my parents home phone #. It was mom. She said, you need to come get Ethan. I'm thinking Ethan's sick, etc... she said she had gotten a call back from the oncologist that she needed to go to the emergency room and get put on blood thinners immediately. I sobbed - and truth be told, I have no clue how I left the building, got in my car and made my way out of downtown and on I-95 towards their house so quick - 15 minutes. I sat and talked with mom and dad until my sister got home from work about 10 minutes later. I had to take Ethan home and Rob was going to watch him - but, mom said you know how ER's are and space for people and no sense of you doing that. So we all cried, hugged, said I love you's - but it was when my mom bent down to hug Ethan and say 'Bye, Grandma loves you' that we all lost it. Ethan started crying.

I'm trying to get Ethan to understand what the hospital is and have told him Grandma is really sick and the doctors have got to take really good care of her to get her better. But, he doesn't seem to really grasp the concept. This afternoon when I pick him up from daycare (12:15) we're heading to the hospital. They're talking about having to put her on chemo first- but the oncologist that will be taking over her care has to see her first. One doctor did tell her they'd probably put her on the pill form chemo where she won't lose her hair (mom doesn't care either way - her hairdresser also makes wigs, so that's an option if it gets to that point).

Unfortunately, cancer isn't new to me. My ex-husbands father died of liver cancer, my mom's dad (my Papa) had cancer and recovered but then later died of emphysema (about 3 years ago) and mom's had issues in the past too. I don't know if they'll be doing the surgery on the planned date now or not.

Better get going have to get some personal stuff taken care of before I pick up Ethan. Took today and tomorrow off in order to get his daycare situation straightened out and to get mom through this inital hospital visit.

3 Comments:

Blogger Carol said...

You, your mom, your whole family... you're all in my thoughts and prayers, Brooke. {{Hugs}}.

January 24, 2008 at 8:58 AM

 
Blogger Dana said...

Praying for you guys.

January 24, 2008 at 10:13 AM

 
Blogger Cheri said...

Continuing to pray! I'm glad you are blogging again, I hope it helps as you process all of this going on lately. (((hugs)))

January 24, 2008 at 11:03 AM

 

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