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Six months.
That's how long it has been since I posted.
It seems so strange to me... I knew it had been a while, but SIX months? Wow.
Initially, I was overwhelmed with weddings. E was asked to be the flower girl to M's cousin's wedding. Then we were hit with my nephew's wedding. He's the first of this latest generation to get married so it was crazy w/hoopla. Add to that, E was asked to be the flower girl to this, too, and somehow I was asked to be the unofficial stylist for all my sisters-in-law. It seemed as if all my time was spent buying gifts, attending showers and parties, photographing the events, attending fittings, and dressing all of us (and my in-laws, sometimes). The next thing I knew, spring was over.
In June, Aidan had these seizures and I was overwhelmed with worry that something very serious was wrong. After an MRI and EEG, we were told he was fine.
The happiness was short-lived, in early July my dad was diagnosed with Stage 3 lung cancer. The majority of my summer has been spent talking to doctors and surgeons, and waiting for good news while my father was operated on or tested. Unfortunately, after his surgery, the news was worse. The cancer had spread to a lymph node. Currently, he's going through chemo & radiation simultaneously.
I can't say I dealt with it well. I'm the oldest of my sisters and the one that doesn't work, and since English is not my father's first language, it was up to me to be the one to hear the news and often translate it. In my attempt to be the strong one, I think I came across as unfeeling.
Then, as if I didn't have enough to be depressed about, Aidan has been evaluated by state therapists and according to them, he's delayed when it comes to speech and play. Hopefully, it won't be a permanent delay and that with therapy he'll be like any other average little boy. I'm hoping that's true. You can only imagine how distraught I am imagining him struggling for the rest of his life or worse, lost in his own little closed off world. :(
Anyway. That's why I've stayed away. I've felt a little toxic, too poisonous, and honestly, who wants to read 100 entries about how awful/depressed I've felt?
I hope everyone is happy and well. Honestly.
That's how long it has been since I posted.
It seems so strange to me... I knew it had been a while, but SIX months? Wow.
Initially, I was overwhelmed with weddings. E was asked to be the flower girl to M's cousin's wedding. Then we were hit with my nephew's wedding. He's the first of this latest generation to get married so it was crazy w/hoopla. Add to that, E was asked to be the flower girl to this, too, and somehow I was asked to be the unofficial stylist for all my sisters-in-law. It seemed as if all my time was spent buying gifts, attending showers and parties, photographing the events, attending fittings, and dressing all of us (and my in-laws, sometimes). The next thing I knew, spring was over.
In June, Aidan had these seizures and I was overwhelmed with worry that something very serious was wrong. After an MRI and EEG, we were told he was fine.
The happiness was short-lived, in early July my dad was diagnosed with Stage 3 lung cancer. The majority of my summer has been spent talking to doctors and surgeons, and waiting for good news while my father was operated on or tested. Unfortunately, after his surgery, the news was worse. The cancer had spread to a lymph node. Currently, he's going through chemo & radiation simultaneously.
I can't say I dealt with it well. I'm the oldest of my sisters and the one that doesn't work, and since English is not my father's first language, it was up to me to be the one to hear the news and often translate it. In my attempt to be the strong one, I think I came across as unfeeling.
Then, as if I didn't have enough to be depressed about, Aidan has been evaluated by state therapists and according to them, he's delayed when it comes to speech and play. Hopefully, it won't be a permanent delay and that with therapy he'll be like any other average little boy. I'm hoping that's true. You can only imagine how distraught I am imagining him struggling for the rest of his life or worse, lost in his own little closed off world. :(
Anyway. That's why I've stayed away. I've felt a little toxic, too poisonous, and honestly, who wants to read 100 entries about how awful/depressed I've felt?
I hope everyone is happy and well. Honestly.