Whatever filter my mom once had is now gone, which was evident when my brother was watching football and my mom wanted to change the channel...in order to try and get her way, she told Neal "but what if this is the last TV show I watch before I die, and it's something I don't even like?" Neal told her she was being a brat, and she agreed, but added in "you never know!" She makes these comments every once in a while, and they catch us all off-guard. Sometimes she'll say "you guys will all be happy when you don't have to put up with me anymore." Old mom would have known those comments could be potentially devastating to her children and family who love her so much and want her around forever and ever, and that my poor LC will have to deal with the repercussions of that for many couch times to come. But new, filter-less mom just throws it all out there, and then forgets about the pitch a few seconds later. I texted my friend "K-9" about these comments, because he can always make me laugh or put things into perspective, and he reminded me that this is probably just her way of coping with the situation. Nobody knows what it's like to be her in this situation, and to have to deal with the reality of what's to come. I made the mistake of reading a little bit about this stupid, stupid disease, and one person who was beating the odds and living past the grave 12 month life expectancy post-diagnosis said something like "This disease will most definitely be what kills me, but it won't necessarily be today." We all know none of us will live forever, some of us just have a better idea of how we're going to go. Comforting? Not freaking at all.
Despite those comments that do come out of her mouth sometimes, she is still positive as ever and always smiling. She is getting tired though, and she spends a lot of time resting. My cousin/pseudo sista saw her for the first time since she's been sick, and commented on how sad it is to see her like that. I don't know why, but that comment made me feel relieved in a way...because it made it okay for me to agree, and talk about how much it sucks, and how much it's killing me to see her like this. Positivity is great, and it's what I need--what we ALL need. But much like the day that Lola told me it was okay for me not to be okay with all this, sometimes I just need someone else to give me permission to feel something about it other than numb.
I am so happy to have gotten to spend the time with my mom and my family, but I am also so happy that by the end of the trip, I was ready to come back home to Orlando. Most of it was because of the weather...I try to avoid going home during the cold winter months for the most part, and even when I'm home around Christmas, I'm usually in the Christmas spirit so much that I don't mind snow or freezing cold, because that's how the holiday has always been for me. This time, the spark inside me that longed to get back to warm weather and sunshine had been given new life. I remembered that staying in Florida was, without a doubt, the right decision. I am so happy for the people down here who keep me going and who remind me, in ways other than just saying it outright, that they are there for me.
Thank you so much to my support systems in all geographic locations. I love you all, and you are helping me through this every day, just by reminding me how lucky I am to be loved and cared about by so many people.
....even if John Stamos is not YET one of them.
With my cousins
Thanksgiving with my mom, dad and brother
More cousins
Momma