Since there are not a lot of places that I can run my mind and not be criticized, I thought it might be a good idea to vent here today.
In October, my mom’s cancer was shrinking and a few weeks ago they said it was growing. She had to go in to have a port catheter placed in her chest to begin chemotherapy next week. That surgery is today. I am not there. Not a bad thing … my #5 and #8 are there handling the situation. My mom will need someone to stay with her round the clock for the next 24 hours. I have the dinner shift. I will be bringing Butter and Jelly. Then someone else has the overnight. Again, not a bad thing.
Peanut will be spending the afternoon with his dad. Why? Because he cut his hand open at school today and is in the process of being brought to the emergency room to have stitches.
When my mom had her first surgery last year, Butter broke his arm.
I would really like the opportunity to speak with Job. How did he handle it without snapping at everyone else around him because of the stress?