It’s hard to think about leaving all my girls for 6 days. Not waking up to Hanna singing Old MacDonald and Armenie stretching and grunting is going to be difficult, not to mention all the other fun little things I’m gonna miss during the days I’m gone, but you have to do what you have to do.
(here’s an old old one of Taryn, circa 2003)
I’m heading to London, Ontario to be with my mom during a surgery she’s having. As some of you may know, my mother was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago as well as finding out about a genetic condition called MEN1. She’s been doing one hell of a job being positive and stubborn through it all, always demanding that she’d be fine.
So far so good. This year they were going to be doing a little ‘house keeping’ but after some testing a few weeks ago they decided to do one big ‘spring cleaning’ to help out with my Mom’s overall health. She will be in the hospital for 2-3 weeks for recovery from the modified Whipple procedure, but she should be back on her feet and running around by the time the whole family visits in May. I don’t ask my readers for much, but please keep her in your thoughts over the next week or so. I’ll keep you all up to date on her recovery.
10 years ago my Mother came out to support me through what was supposed to be a routine hernia operation. I remember saying to her on the phone, “you don’t need to come out for this… I’ll be fine.” but I can’t tell you how much it meant to me to have her beside me while I fought off a serious infection contracted at the hospital. Days where I couldn’t lift myself to a sitting position, spending hours going through hot and cold flashes, I couldn’t imagine going it ‘alone’ and I’m happy that she came out.
So now I plan to return the favour, bedside company through the most important yet boring time in my Mom’s recovery. She didn’t want me to bring my camera, but honestly, I’m not sure how to deal with the situation not looking through a camera and documenting my life. Sometimes the only way to come to an understanding of a situation is to relive it through my photos.
(This is a photo take by Laura Jane a month or so after my surgery.)