This last month has been a blur. It seems like so long ago that I was sitting in the doctor's office, holding my mom's hand, waiting to hear if she had cancer or not. I remember how much fear that I faced at that point. It reminds me so much of the day we got the phone call that my dad had passed. Michael's father picked us up from the airport. Dean got there about the same time that we did. I spotted Dean right outside the airport, we dropped our bags and held each other for so long, tears streaming down our faces. We sat in complete silence in the car, holding hands. I remember dreading arriving at my parents house....facing the reality of what had happened. And those are such similar feelings to how I felt over a month ago.
Fast forward to today, I feel so blessed. Words cannot express how blessed I feel. My mom has survived yet another major operation. In fact, when she woke up from the surgery in ICU, one of the first things she asked me is if she was really alive. It was stressful, but truly amazing to have so much time with my niece and nephew. Our kids really got to bond together and that is something I will never forget. As soon as my mom had her surgery scheduled, a group from church came out with a list. It shows who will stay with my mom in the evenings and who will cook for her daily. To me, that is Jesus. I felt so much stress between trying to host my brother, taking care of my mom, working and taking care of our kids.The support my mom has is amazing. I don't know how else to put it. I am so incredibly happy that both sets of parents decided to move out here. It makes a world of difference.
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