The trials and tribulations of an adventurous modern mom
Tomorrow I leave for Arizona. It will be my first time seeing my parents since my last visit at the end of August when my dad first found out he had cancer and had his surgery. Now, it feels like deja vu again to be heading back, alone without the kids yet this time for an even more emotionally daunting visit. Tomorrow my dad starts chemo.
Tomorrow begins the next part of the journey. Four to six months of chemotherapy to kill the cancer inside his body. I’m not going to lie. My anxiety and fear is back. The hope is still there and it is stronger than the other two negative emotions yet the last few days have been very challenging. I’m scared.
I was doing ok for the last week or so but now as the reality of the situation is setting in and is not going to just go away like a terrible dream, I’m feeling nervous again. I truly hope that I feel better once I arrive and see my dad. He has been so tremendously positive each and every day. He is still running, hiking and golfing even with his port installed. He is a powerful role model and such an inspiration for me.
I have been strong. A lot stronger than I ever thought I could be. I endlessly thank the skies above for having such a wonderful, loving husband, children and family. I can’t imagine ever going through this kind of stress and fear alone.
Tomorrow will be the first time in years that we will be together as an original family: Me, my sister, my brother, my mother and father. No kids. No spouses. Just like old times. It is bound to cheer me up for the power of love, inspiration and family has enormous strength.