Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Happy Birthday. Wish You Were Here.
Today would be my mother's 77th birthday. Not being able to call her and wish her a happy birthday or to bring her a cake I made or a beautiful bouquet of flowers to enjoy is a tough thing to accept. She's been gone 11 weeks and in some ways it seems much longer, but she's missed like she passed away yesterday.
I met with a friend last night who was complaining about how much her mother was driving her nuts. "I keep thinking to myself, 'Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I don't want to hear your voice!', but then I realize there will probably be a time that I will wish I would be able to hear her voice and I won't be able to." Yep, it's a sad time when it comes. Appreciate what you have while you have it.
My sister-in-law called last night and left a message that she and my brother are taking my father across the border to Buffalo today for an MRI. By taking him to the U.S., it avoids a potentially lengthy wait to have the testing done here in Canada. I'm not sure how it all works financially, I'm sure it's out of pocket payment to get it done there, but it beats waiting, even if it's free here. We found out with my mother that time is not your friend when facing cancer. His doctor is supposed to have the results of his test this afternoon. It's after 5:30, so I'm just waiting for a call. Perhaps there will be a message waiting for me when I get home.
I'm hoping it's been caught very early and that he'll be alright, but deep down I'm terrified.
I met with a friend last night who was complaining about how much her mother was driving her nuts. "I keep thinking to myself, 'Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. I don't want to hear your voice!', but then I realize there will probably be a time that I will wish I would be able to hear her voice and I won't be able to." Yep, it's a sad time when it comes. Appreciate what you have while you have it.
My sister-in-law called last night and left a message that she and my brother are taking my father across the border to Buffalo today for an MRI. By taking him to the U.S., it avoids a potentially lengthy wait to have the testing done here in Canada. I'm not sure how it all works financially, I'm sure it's out of pocket payment to get it done there, but it beats waiting, even if it's free here. We found out with my mother that time is not your friend when facing cancer. His doctor is supposed to have the results of his test this afternoon. It's after 5:30, so I'm just waiting for a call. Perhaps there will be a message waiting for me when I get home.
I'm hoping it's been caught very early and that he'll be alright, but deep down I'm terrified.
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Bitching about our mothers is something that we do, even though we realise there will come a time we wish she were still around to bitch about. I know this, and I'm one of the worst for bitching. Although I feel your pain, it's hard to think of a time when she won't be there because she's always been there.
It was nice of you not to remind your friend that she's lucky she still has hers to bitch about.
Good luck on the MRI. I hope the news is good. I would expect a big of about one to two thousand dollars. When I had mine 8 years ago, it was about fifteen hundred.
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It was nice of you not to remind your friend that she's lucky she still has hers to bitch about.
Good luck on the MRI. I hope the news is good. I would expect a big of about one to two thousand dollars. When I had mine 8 years ago, it was about fifteen hundred.
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