I wasn’t going to write today but I’m up and awake.
Our housing issue, landlord selling, may be fixed. An old friend was a flagger down the street for construction. Long story short, this chance meeting led us to know that his old roommate had suddenly left owing a lot in rent. He needs a roommate. A house, with a big backyard, and rent cheaper than what we pay now. It’s not a done deal. I’ve got lots of questions, but it is a ray of hope.
Went to my counselor today. She is an amazing lady. So comforting. She has had cancer twice and has a terminal illness…I haven’t figured out what that is, but she mentioned it. Either way, she gets it.
She said that she had a parent die from cancer. For the surviving parent, it’s important to let them know that you are there for their support. That you are not going anywhere. I need to tell my parents this. That I am here. That I can help. To tell me what they need, because I am uncertain of what that is.
Mom. You might have to move. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t have a garden. I will help you with a garden. It might just be a smaller one. We can do this. Not everything is lost. Even if dad passes, we can keep up with the things you love. And until that happens, we will carry on; like we do.
Dad. I am here to support you. To help ensure that you are cared for and that you continue to live the way you want, for as long as possible. And if the day comes that you can no longer carry on, I will be with you every step of the way. I will ensure that mom is ok. Your family will never be without support because I will be here.
I just have to add a little side note. I have a lot I need to tell my dad. How much I love him. How much I am sorry for. Just everything. On Saturday I was thinking that I need to tell my dad all this and Daimion said something that was very wise. He said “Mom, don’t make THIS his last day”. He was so right. I have time to say everything. Today is not the last day.
Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Maybe flowers in a tiny garden.
The Cancer Chronicles 