3rd Treatment…
Written on Sunday, June 4th @ 8:45pm
Tonight I sit quietly in the den, it is time for an update. Oh how hard it is for me to write today but I can’t stop this tradition, as my daughter has been blessed with prayers from all over the last 10 years, so here we go.
As I sit here with a million things running through my mind, I take a moment and tap my chest three times. Now take in where I am, I can hear the humming of my air conditioner, looking out the window, I can see that my grass was excited to see some rain today. I quickly think graduation time, I missed a few this year, that makes me sad. Hmmmm I need to find Crystal’s graduation pic. Okay….Now what has Crystal been up too since April 8th.
Crystal wasn’t feeling the greatest after this last treatment, it was a little rougher on her. But in about 10 days, she fights her way back to finding the positive. So here we go again, we will leave very early in the morning, appointments on Monday, radiation on Tuesday. Your prayers would be so welcomed and we thank you in advance. But this time, will be different trip to Mayo as our hearts have broken, before that happened tho…
We got to celebrate Easter together, Hazel turned the wonderful age of 2, Crystal turned 31 and Mother’s Day couldn’t have been better. To top it off, Crystal, my mom and I went to Madison, WI for the Shania Twain Concert! This was something that Crystal was determined to do. She wanted to see Hailey Whitters open for one of her favorite stars. So VIP it was! There is a cute story with the Whitters family and Crystal, but it pulls at the heart strings and I don’t think I can go there tonight with that.
No sooner from the high of the concert, the perfect weather, getting home safely, and taking that moment to thank God for this time, this moment with my mother who is 72, and my daughter who fights everyday to be here, and then BOOM…Our world changed.
I received a phone call at 8:07pm from my brothers best friend. I was told he was being air lifted to the University, and it was bad. I needed to call my mom, whom I had just dropped off from a night of fun. I can’t type this all yet without crying. I will never forget those calls. Their voices. That night.
My brother was with his friends, doing what he loved. A beautiful night on a motorcycle, his midweek dinner rides with his buddies. I guess God needed him home, they believe he had gone into cardia arrest on his motorcycle. He never lost control of his bike, he just drove straight off the road. Some say maybe he could see the light and went home. My heart hurts. Our family will never be the same.
My brother was a simple man, kind and from his visitation/funeral we learned he had many many friends. I did my best to take in everyone of them and their stories. Isn’t that what life is about, finding the connection, the love?
As Crystal said so sweetly, with tears in her eyes. “Mom, when I go to Mayo, and when I get scared about what might happen to me. I now feel like I have someone on the other side waiting for me. Because I know him and I know Joey will be waiting for me. I am going to miss him so much”.
I am trying my best God. One day at a time. But please watch over my mom, because I don’t think I could handle another loss in this very small family of mine.
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