musings in mayhem

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such a big girl and scary stuff on the horizon

Baby C is growing so fast and seems to want to be growing up even faster. Here she is trying to fill my shoes and use her toy cellphone as a little adult. I know everyone who has ever had a toddler and a camera has a variation on this shot, but I’m feeling particularly heartstrung about it today.

I wasn’t sure I wanted to blog about this as I try to keep things on the positive here, but it’s what is on the forefront of my mind to the near exclusion of all else from school photos coming up to excitement over K’s new bass lessons and S coming up on another belt test for Taekwando. And I just realized I didn’t even mention working on edits to my manuscript in that sentence on my re-read before posting.

I’ve been heading to doctors about a few things about my health, after a bit of a medical hiatus since having Baby C. The truth of the matter is that I didn’t want to know what it would mean, or believe that it was as scary as my instincts were telling me. I have not been healing well since having her seventeen months ago, I am exhausted and achy all the time and I don’t think I can just put it down to having a baby at the age of forty-two after an entire pregnancy of bedrest and sleep deprivation from her continued night wakings. turns out I just at the beginning of what looks to be a diagnostic process at the end of which will entail multiple surgeries. I won’t go into details, but suffice to say, female stuff among them.

I am extremely grateful that what I am going through is not anything along the lines of terminal cancer, but it’s still going to be a long road, when I am already exhausted from the road I have been on. But if at the end of it, I can feel bodily closer to my mental age, and therefore further meet in the middle at my chronological age, it will be worth it. Because right now, I am walking, or rather sitting through the world like an eighty year old, and at this juncture in my life, with a toddler, asperger preteen and now a high schooler, feeling like I am eighty years old physically is unacceptable.

At the dinner table the other night, I told S about what is coming on the horizon and why. I tried to make it simple and like it’s a good thing, but his expression and conversation after said it all. His big blues widened into worry of the extraordinary kind and he said, “But what if you don’t wake up? Then I won’t have a mother.” Then he turned to Honey and added, “Until you give me a new one.”

He sounds a little funny and callous, but to me, it meant that going the childhood of blended families that he has gone through, he’s pretty resilient, despite his initial appearances. I may sometimes think he needs my constant protection and will probably have to live with us the rest of his life, but other days, I can see, given the right circumstances, this kid is going to be alright. He definitely has an angel or something watching over him.

He was onto something, though, about not waking up. I am scared of that myself, as my mother, both of my sons and I have gone under for procedures and have had a rough time with anesthesia and with coming back out of it. So that is part of my concern when the surgeries come around. I also know, that when K was a toddler, I promised him I would live forever, or at least as long as the kids all need me. My determination to fullfill that promise is stronger than anything.

Thank you for listening, and I know I will be alright. A friend pointed out to me the other day, ‘Cath, it’s worth it. You’ll take thirty years or more off your physicality that shouldn’t be there anyway. Having these surgeries will free you.” So forward I march on to the rheumatologist next. Wish me luck, and please keep us in your thoughts and prayers.

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7 thoughts on “such a big girl and scary stuff on the horizon

  1. Cath, I'm so sorry to hear about your troubles. As a compelte stranger (other than through our etheral friendship!) you always seem someone so full of life and energy – I'm exhausted even reading the amount of blogs you are able to write! I am sure the end results will make the hard stuff worth it, so keep strong and keep faith, there are lots of people (big and small) rooting for you!

  2. thank you for the compliment, and for the cheer squad, alana. that's what made me seek medical attention, finally: there is a serious disparity between my mental aliveness and my physical ability.

  3. alana, your blogs are essays where mine are often ramblings or photo play, or a small light shone on something that caught my attention…

  4. Cathy, I am so sorry. Please know that you are in my thoughts. I will pray that your surgeries go well and that you come out of them feeling better than ever. I know you are scared, and I understand and share your fears as both a fellow mom and woman. Hang in there, and I wish you the best. And yes…your little baby is way too grown up. I know how that feels, too. 🙂

  5. thanks, kristine. that means a lot to me.

  6. How did I miss this post???Cathy, you are going to come out just fine. You will wake up and feel like hell for awhile. Then, every day, you'll feel better and better. It's a mother's worst fear; every time I so much as have an odd sensation, I think to myself "there's the cancer/anyeurism…" And then I have to stop myself and say "so what." If it's cancer, I'll live through it. If it's an anyeurism, we'll catch it. Or not and that's that.It is almost impossible to let go of that fear when your children still need you. Don't make yourself sick about it. You'll wake up. Besides, you can't die until you at least publish your book!

  7. thanks, liz. i'm not making myself sick about it, i'm kind of glad i'm getting on top of it, i just don't have the energy or time to deal with this. but then again, if i don't, i'll never get the energy to deal with anything on a normal level, right? and thanks for the vote on sticking around to publish the book!

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