AT LEAST IT’S ME

One of the best things about this is that it happened to me, and not to my kids or my husband. When Liam was quite sick about a month ago, for awhile they didn’t know what was wrong, and when they finally came up with a diagnosis of RSV (as the Dr. put it, I have really good news for you that would be bad news for other people), given some of the alternative diagnoses, we were thrilled. On oxygen for a week? No problem! Funny how it’s all so, so relative (this is turning out to be a recurring theme). I think I might have felt worse when Liam was sick and I wasn’t sure what was going on than I did (do now?) when I found out about myself.
How do I tell my dad and my mom? My mom’s not even here (she was visiting her mom in Ohio) They will feel so helpless. Being a parent makes me understand how hard it will be for them. (side thought: thank god I have boys) Maybe worse than for me. And even worse for jim, my sweet jim. It’s all we can do to balance the tightrope of both working and the 2 little kids. When one of them gets sick it’s mayhem—what will this do to our finely tuned 70 plates-in-the-air juggling routine? Maybe we’ll just put the plates down for awhile.

So I told them. They were shocked, like me, but took my lead and were upbeat. My dad, who, like many of us, needs to DO something, came over with a highly recommended book for me that he went right out and purchased. It’s been very good to have.