I hope my mom has no memory of the last few days, and I hope that one day my dad and I can forget them too. In all honesty, when I think of the pain she has endured, and what her body has gone through, it is simply hard to hold it together. It is unbearable to watch someone I love so much in so much agony as she fights so hard with such tenacity to save her life. My mom has something in her I haven't found in another human being, it's an ability to be gracefully in pain, and absolutely beautiful despite being in complete agony. I will never understand where her strength comes from but I can't begin to express my gratitude. Because if she wasn't willing to fight this hard, and endure this pain, she wouldn't be choosing to fight for her life.
This week marks the beginning of my last YEAR OF [GRAD] SCHOOL. In eight months (from today) I will be an MSW smarter, and maybe a few pounds lighter if I stay this busy and this addicted to Pure Barre (I'll tell you about it in another post!!!!). Zachary starts school tomorrow, my dad went back to work today after spending all weekend with my mom (we took shifts and never left her alone, really). It's hard to imagine leaving her alone, but at the same time I know that she is 1. Safe...the staff on the BMT is absolutely amazing and she has been cared for so well. and 2. we knew that this was inevitable that we would have to get in a routine...and once we start it we will feel more comfortable with it. Several of her friends have offered to come visit and sit with her and that has been a blessing for us (and probably her! She's probably sick of us!)
At the end of the day, we knew it was going to be hard, and I can only hope that with the transplant taking place tomorrow (DAY 0) that she will feel better within a matter of weeks/months. I'll take waiting that long in exchange for some YEARS with my momma.
This week marks the beginning of my last YEAR OF [GRAD] SCHOOL. In eight months (from today) I will be an MSW smarter, and maybe a few pounds lighter if I stay this busy and this addicted to Pure Barre (I'll tell you about it in another post!!!!). Zachary starts school tomorrow, my dad went back to work today after spending all weekend with my mom (we took shifts and never left her alone, really). It's hard to imagine leaving her alone, but at the same time I know that she is 1. Safe...the staff on the BMT is absolutely amazing and she has been cared for so well. and 2. we knew that this was inevitable that we would have to get in a routine...and once we start it we will feel more comfortable with it. Several of her friends have offered to come visit and sit with her and that has been a blessing for us (and probably her! She's probably sick of us!)
At the end of the day, we knew it was going to be hard, and I can only hope that with the transplant taking place tomorrow (DAY 0) that she will feel better within a matter of weeks/months. I'll take waiting that long in exchange for some YEARS with my momma.
