I had all intentions of starting my 100 days of summer blogging on the 1st of June. Here it is the 5th and I'm just now sitting down to get one in.
The kids are home. ...yay...
Cam and Miss Missy are already at each others' throats. For me, this means waking Miss Missy up in the mornings to go to the gym with me in the mornings. They can't stay together for fear they may kill each other!
This morning, some of the girls and I took a walk up to Reservoir Hill. It's a nice hike up a hill to a lookout of the city. We jogged back down. Here, I can do that. It's one of the perks of living in Sunny Arizona. I never would have understood what "dry heat" meant until I moved here. You really don't sweat, you just cook. In GA, the humidity will instantly chase you back into the house. Here, there's no humidity which means you're outside cooking in the sun without really realizing how hot it is!
Guess that would explain why AZ has the highest rate of skin cancer in the world!
I don't love that word. It quite honestly has to be one of the most horrible words in the English dictionary.
On my run this morning. I got a call. I ignored it. I got another. It was my mother. I ignored it. I got another and again I ignored it but by this time, I knew there was a reason for the calls. I knew there was something wrong, but didn't want to hear it. I don't like bad news. I just wanted to make it home and finish my run first.
One more call and it was my sister. I knew I needed to answer.
More bad new. The MRI results. Not good news at all.
So, here I am, planning my trip back to GA. I think we're all going to go. We had the hospital in GA put in a Red Cross call to Chris's Command. It's time for me to go home.
Talk about a Monkey Wrench.
6 months. How can you give a human being a six month expiration date? No Man knows the day nor the hour.
Still... it's time for me to go home. With the memory loss, the constant visits in the hospital, I need to be there, even if it's just for a little while.
Cancer is an ugly word. You know how your mama use to get your butt for saying words like stupid, shut up, or funky (only one person I know can relate to that one)? Cancer is that kind of ugly word. How I wish it didn't have to be spoken in my home.