Full Stop

I can’t really write what I am thinking right now. I want to write what I’m thinking. Edmund is in Pennsylvania to be with his parents and sister and brother-in-law and I am here in Maine. With my cats.

Ed’s dad, Henry, has a tumor in his brain. Based on the brain cancer he had in 2008, we are pretty sure this is cancer too. I don’t know all the details because they are being filtered through phone and text and I don’t know what’s really going on.

And it sucks. I told Edmund, “but I’m not better yet.” I’m still getting over my own Dad’s death – why put us through the wringer again? I am ill equipped to be the best support I can for Eddie, and that sucks.

Guess I’m going to have to borrow Mom’s proverbial big girl panties. {Not the actual ones.}

Ed is where he needs to be. And I am still here in Maine. If he is still out there in a couple of weeks, I will be joining him for a while. We are hoping that everything goes well.

The good news is that, after being told the tumor was inoperable, the same surgeon who operated on Henry in 2008 said he could operate. And the date keeps getting moved up. Initially they were thinking Monday the 10th, and now the plan is to do the surgery on Wednesday the 5th.

I am physically in Maine, but my heart is in Pennsylvania. I hope I made the right decision.