Forward
We’re back now from hearing the news.
It was not cancer as we were told earlier.
Our sighs of relief released our hearts from weeks of
relentless fear and worry.
Although some concerns were shared and a treatment plan was
spelled out, we can breathe.
Again.
No parents probably were ever so lucky.
Earlier in the week, thoughts of care giving were a concern.
Would he choose to move back in with us if the news came
back unfavorably?
He’s 25.
That would have been awkward. For him. For us.
But we would have done it. Anything he needed.
He’s our kid.
As the treatment plan was spelled out , we carefully
listened.
To the warning.
“Not out of the woods completely” the doctor said. We heard
her.
Every word we heard loud and clear.
More visits, more monitoring and diligent watch on the
numbers.
Anything. Tell us what we need to do to keep the numbers
down. Please.
He’s on the edge. No teetering allowed.
We can support his efforts. His watch. It really is him and
not us at all.
But is it really just him? I think it’s all of us.
If we’re all in the same boat together it will come out ok.
He can’t be left to float alone out in the open water.
The doctor has tossed him a life preserver.
Now we all will pull him back to shore.
To a safe place.
When we left the doctor’s office our conversation was
lighter.
More positive
We made plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas shopping in
Milwaukee!
His father, his brother, Mark and me. The four of us.
Together.
Rhonda
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