The past few days have been crazy busy. My "little" sister is here from the UK (yes, I know the woman is well into her 30’s but she will always be "little" to me) and we had a big party for her and her growing belly on Saturday. There was tons of food and tons of fun but I have decided that I much prefer to attend parties than host them. I barely got a chance to have a full conversation with anyone.
Then, on Sunday, my mom arrived to settle in at our house for her month of treatment for melanoma. On Monday she, my dad, and my sister were up bright and early for her 8:30am appointment. Based on what we had read I expected them home by about noon. They didn’t arrive here until 5pm! The day was full of confusion and disorganization so an already tense day turned even more stressful.
The funny thing is my mom and my sister were totally calm about it (my dad was another story). Both of them are nurses and both of them have spent a better part of their careers helping hospitals develop procedures and processes to prevent this type of thing from happening. So, instead of complaining, my mom was already planning her recommendation for helping the hospital improve its processes! That’s my mom for you. What’s the point of complaining if you can actually do something about it.
So far, although tired, she seems well. She amazes me with her positive attitude and outlook on things. This, I believe, will play a huge role in her recovery. As she says, "it is what it is so what’s the point of dwelling on it".