Spring is finally here

It was a really long winter. A really, really long winter, and it is over. Part of me really believed that when winter was over things would start improving for my family. Well, the grass was green and the tulips were up for a while before things started to improve, but things, they are improving!
I came home from the hospital and my tulips were blooming. Aren't they beautiful? I really think this is the best year ever for my tulips. It's amazing how happy my blooming tulips made me even though my mom was in really bad shape and I was on bed rest to prevent preterm labor. The tulips were another proof life was going on. That "This old world must still be turning round," to quote James Taylor.



So the first Sunday of my bed rest was one of the worst days of my life, and not to be overly dramatic, but that's really saying something! It was such a helpless feeling, not knowing if I would ever see my mom again, and not being able to go to her even though she was little more than an hour away. Then my sicko mind started spinning, what if Mom died? And my crazy starts worrying about not being able to go to a funeral. And I need my mom and what if...



My guys were trying to help me, but nothing they did was quite up to how I thought it needed to be done. I didn't throw many fits about it, I tried to remember that as long as the toys were picked up, it didn't matter where they were put. But it upped the stress. And then there were the lesson plans that needed to be finished. Jim took me to school, it took longer than I thought it would. I was sitting up for awhile, I had contractions, I took the pill to stop them. The pill makes me jittery, that helps when trying to type. It was a very bad day.



But Monday was better. JJ called from Mom's hospital room. Mom recognized her and said her name. I stayed down most the day, except when I went in to the doctor and she said everything looked good. Tuesday was even better, Mom sat up and was talking and making some sense. A neighbor brought a meal for us. And Thursday, Mom called me. I cried the minute I heard her voice. Her voice was low and I didn't understand stand everything she said, but she wanted to know how I was doing. By agreement with my dad, we played down things a little. She doesn't know I was hospitalized and my dad didn't say "bed rest." He just said the doctor told me to lay down most the time and to take things easy. And the icing on the cake was Friday, we got the bone marrow biopsy back. The horrible awful chemo that took my mom away from us for three days, worked. The cancer was dying, we were preparing for the bone marrow transplant.



Spring is here.