Thursday, 13 December 2012
Life happens . . .
The news was filled last evening with all the fabulous-ness that was December 12, 2012. Apparently there will not be another 12/12/12 for a hundred years. There was a little boy who was turning 12 yesterday, so it was deemed his lucky day and I expect he was not the only child who turned 12 yesterday. There was a baby that was born at 12 minutes after 12 on 12/12/12 . . . so many exciting things.
It was a remarkable day for us as well. I called my mother in the afternoon and we spoke for a few minutes, but she had not heard anything yet. Then last night just as I was getting in to bed our telephone rang and it was my mother. I knew before I answered it that it was going to be her. It is lung cancer and they will be operating on her early in the new year to remove a portion of her lung. We are hopeful that it has been caught early. Had she not had severe vertigo that day, we would still not know it was there. She's not had any symptoms or been ill in any way, so I am thinking that is good news. She only weighs 80 pounds though, which worries me. If she has to have chemo, she has no weight to lose.
I know that you will all be keeping her in your prayers and they are very much appreciated. We are all very grateful for each and every one of them. I believe we are already experiencing miracles. The fact that the cancer has been discovered before becoming symptomatic is very promising and I believe it to be the first miracle of many. We will take our blessings where we find them and for as long as we can.
It's very difficult to be so far away at this time. Last night as we spoke on the telephone I wanted to be able to reach through the phone and hold her and just cry with each other. I hate that she is alone and far away from family. This type of thing isn't something you really think about when you make the choice to move half a world away . . . I am going to try to be there with her when she has her operation and during recovery if I can. I am the only one of the three children that does not have a job. My sister works full time and is dependent upon her income for her livelihood. Likewise my brother. Neither of them can take the time off to be there just yet.
It's time to put on my big girl pants . . . and step up to the plate. I cannot run away and hide from this one. I have to be strong for my mom and for my family. For she who gave me life, this is the very least that I can do and I want to do so much more than this. If I could I would gladly bear all of her suffering myself. Being able to serve her in this way is a privilege and a blessing. Until I can be with her in person, I will be with her in any way I can. Obviously we will know a lot more once she has seen the specialist in Halifax and then we will work from there. We are grateful for the tender mercies of the Lord.
Many thanks to you all for your love and support. Together we can do this.
“Whatever our calling, regardless of our fears or anxieties, let us pray and then go and do.”
~Thomas S Monson
Doing with love . . . is the greatest gift you can give another.
God bless you all.
Posted by Marie at 06:51