So Round 1 of Arielle’s 5 day chemo treatments ends today (Thank God!).
She was a Warrior! Although it sucked and she hated it (and she whinged a little bit), ultimately she looked it straight in the eye and she dealt with it. I was really very proud of her. Round 2 (of the 5 day treatments) will start again in two weeks with some one day treatments next week and the week after. …but, a bit of a reprieve for her now.
She is anxious to get back to Dover and into a more normal routine with her boyfriend and her cat, Gatsby. She wants to be in her own home, with Rich and her friends and with all of her familiar belongings, which I hope will make her her feel safe and secure. She and Richard will somehow begin to pick up the pieces of their lives, that were torn apart just two short weeks ago. They have a tough road ahead of them, but they are young and strong, in love and have the thoughts, prayers and well wishes of many.
So I guess the question is…. what do I do now?
With this crisis over, at least for the moment, I’m not quite sure what to do with me. I’ve forgotten what “normal” is and I don’t really know how to get back to it.
It’s a harsh reality that all of our children grow up and no longer need us. I get that and I’m usually quite fine with that fact. However, this experience has somehow transformed me back into that protective, strong, determined, focused “Mom” of yesterday and I seem to have lost the rest of my identity! I don’t remember what else I am, but a childless mother.
I’m pretty sure that in the upcoming weeks I’ll be able to support and relieve Rich of his duties and offer Arielle the love, support and comfort that only a Mother can give, but what do I do with all this “Super Mommy-ness” in the meantime?
Anybody need a babysitter?