While I was at my second doctor’s appointment, I looked at my Facebook app on my phone. Edmund posted on his blog that his Dad, Henry, will have his brain surgery tomorrow.Henry has Glioblastoma multiforme. Brain Cancer. This is a recurrence, he had his first bout in 2008. We are lucky they can operate.
The thing is, I am not in the thick of it. Henry is in Philadelphia. Edmund and his Mom are in a hotel nearby. Ed’s sister and her husband are in Allentown, PA. And I am here in the WB (Westbrook, Maine, for those of you who are not familiar with my vernacular.)I am not in the thick of it and I feel disconnected and I am also still dealing with my father’s death this past April.
And I haven’t talked to Edmund since a little after lunchtime and I think he’s sleeping now and I don’t want to wake him because the surgery is at 7:45 tomorrow morning and he might need his beauty sleep. I am torn.
My heart is in Philly right now.
I really, truly lucked out when I got my in-laws, Henry and Chris. They both opened their hearts and welcomed me whole-heartedly into their family. Henry is a kind and gentle man, and he loves his family without reservations; he and Chris are as proud of ME and MY accomplishments as they are of their own children’s achievements.
Like my parents did, Chris and Henry have a loving partnership that is beautiful to see. When Eddie and I got married, we only hoped to emulate both sets of parents for our relationship.
Tomorrow morning as I prepare for work, I’ll be thinking of Henry going under the knife, and Eddie and Chris and Melinda and Robert as they wait, and wait, and wait.