It’s Like Before the Mammogram

I googled ‘uterine cancer’ (which is what the biopsies next Friday the 26th will be looking for) which took me to endometrial cancer and I have two symptoms. The inexplicable and STILL continuing main symptom despite the days of the tablets the doctor gave me to stop the flow, and the urinary symptom.

It’s like before the mammogram where there really WAS something. But like it, I am hoping it’s again, NOT cancer. I admit that for the first time, I’m really in a hurry to do the surgery. If it wasn’t for needing to be off Enbrel for two weeks, I’d have done it this week. I’m really anxious. My heart has been working harder for a while now according to my Apple watch. I also have wonky blood test results taken during my hospital trip on March 1…I want to get past this hospitalization so we can continue fighting my normal enemies. And find out if this Saturday’s blood tests -taken for today’s rheumatologist visit-show improvement. My March results were WORSE than ever! And I’d been on my Enbrel fully since January 25. So it was disheartening. My friend and I really hope it was just a blip and all is improved again. To have abnormal numbers that had been fine before, and numbers that have gone way worse than the bad they’d been…)

I was really touched by the sensitivity shown by a friend whose baby died in 2016. It was how he stated that he can’t get over the grief but his wife was “hit harder (obviously.)” It’s that understanding that I love. He gets it but is real about his own grief. His sensitivity is not common. I have seen some men not understanding that it does “hit” mothers of deceased children differently.

On that note. It’s also interesting how his wife is just in shock and horror over everything going on in my life. When I compare my lot with their… Her husband was our groomsman at our wedding so got lots of time to know my family and my in laws too, as one took photos on our wedding day. So I gave them a crash course in everything that has occurred in my life. Kinda. She was horrified. She-who went through the worst grief imaginable- also, like a friend of mine, feels like all of this is too much. The lack of support from family, the challenging family life here at home, the lack of help when our dear helper isn’t here, the unkind acts committed despite how kind an selfless I try to be, my declining health..and she doesn’t know about my upcoming surgery… She said it was as if the devil is trying to just get me down so he’s throwing every single thing he can at me and it’s too much, she wants to pray for things to ease up on me despite how I seem to be accepting of the crosses I bear.🥹

Speaking of crosses. I was wondering if our creator of this magnificent art installation😉will ever be potty trained or if she will remain in diapers forever.

Her dad then told me about a colleague who has a friend with a 16 year old autistic son. He is also non-speaking, not potty trained and cannot walk. Or does not walk. The positive is that he CAN manage school, so his mom gets a bit of a mental break, but sadly, school has brought no gains whatsoever for him. For my husband, it would be worse if our angel was in a wheelchair. I guess so. But I wouldn’t mind if she could find a school TOO! 😉 And I’m mean all of the little four, not just her.😅

She does repeat things she’s heard on video. And randomly shouts out animal names. Or names the foods she wants. And after prayer time on Friday, she suddenly said, “Wow… It’s time to pray.”🤣🤣🤣 I’m telling you, she’s trying to construct her own sentences that she’s not heard before! Good first start!

This girl who was nervous and scared of people… We have cleaning help three days a week. And yesterday was her day to come in. While I was sorting laundry, she told me that she’s found our girl not eating so she offered to feed her. Our girl took one mouthful and decided that was enough… But she did tell aunty, “Good job!”😂😂😂😂❤️❤️

We celebrate every word. It’s hard won. And still not consistent. It’s not like the list of words we hear is growing each day. What she said yesterday will still not be heard again for months if ever-unless it’s a request for food.

This video made me smile. Just seeing the hug and the held hand…It calmed my fears. The day I go for a consultation -at a not very close by hospital- to discuss my elbow surgery is the day both teens will be writing a Business exam. (I feel I’m ready to go write their Business paper myself because they’re both doing it so I’m marking double the number of Computer Science and Biology papers!! So! much! marking! My SI joints do NOT approve of the strain we are putting on them with our school work! I need a huge raise!) My husband will try work from home as he will be in the country that day, but these four need mega watching cos they scatter all over the place and they don’t have a sense of danger, so now that we know our angel is ok with her, I know she won’t cry and run away when it’s diaper change time.

And that..is a relief.

She got into the floor and lay on her tummy…She usually does that when shows or socks are different to her norm and she thinks it’s cool.

I love the energy and activity. So yes, no school for me, no hearing her say, “Mommy” but also, thankful for the ability to move. I don’t know if the young autistic teen is frustrated that he can’t walk, but I think as a mom, I’d be sadder on his behalf. And it must make toileting and bathing more difficult.😔With my bad bones, it would be torture. I can’t even change her diaper without worsening my pain. So yes, I’m thankful for her walking and running and spinning.