and tomorrow at 1:30, she is going back into surgery to have some more of this thing gotten rid of.
the thing about this thing is that…
i hate it.
i hate that she has it.
i hate that her kids have to deal with this.
i hate that her husband has to deal with this.
i hate that i am here and not there.
i am glad she is getting great care. i am glad my mom is there to help. i am glad she has an awesome group of friends:). i am glad that i have an inbox full of wonderful news about people and their terrific successes with their things.
but i will be most glad when my little sister is out of surgery and back making really awesome jokes. the kind of jokes that make you need to pee.
and that are really wrong but oh so right when they come out of her mouth;).
until then, i am asking for your unadulterated positive thoughts and prayers ( you gotta know i mean it when i am asking for those ) just before 1:30 tomorrow.
and for the whole time after 1:30.
and for the next 10 days of discomfort and recovery.
and, well, okay…
i am asking for your good thoughts until this thing…this stupid thing called breast cancer…is done with.
and i know it will seem really long now, and that in just a little while we will be looking back, sipping our wine and rolling our eyes and saying, “man, that sucked”.
but until then?
your thoughts are appreciated.
you don’t need to comment, just knowing you are thinking kind thoughts is good enough:).
but if you have happy stories of bad boobs gone good? i would be thrilled to hear them:).
because i am a little busy trying to round up a magic wand and a unicorn.
no one said this was going to be easy…