So there's some stuff I haven't written about, for no real reason other than it's All Very Unpleasant, and I'm Very Tired of All This Unpleasantness, and would really, truly rather tell you guys nothing but funny stories about my kids and post pictures of cats like a proper blogger stereotype. But at this point I'm straight-up omitting a bit of narrative here, so let me get you caught up.
My mom was diagnosed with Parkinson's. Awhile ago, actually. I'd noticed the hand tremors but was quick to write them off as something similar to mine, but they were getting noticiably worse from visit to visit. It's why she didn't come here for Christmas -- the symptoms have progressed to the point that travel is super difficult and (so far) her treatments have led to far more negative side effects than positive results. She's seeing a new specialist next month, so I'm hoping she'll get some better options.
It's been a very different experience than my father's many illnesses, which were always punctuated by specific "OH SHIT WHAT NOW" moments of disaster and hospitalization. Every time I'd drop everything and get in the car, there was this dark cloud of this time could be it lurking in the back of my mind. But I'd go, the current health crisis would pass or stabilize, and I'd head back home. Rinse and repeat, for years. Until it, you know, actually WAS IT.
(Six years ago, this month.)
Parkinson's isn't like that, obviously, and I guess I was initially so super optimistic about its treatability/manageability that I thought things wouldn't change all that much. That's not turning out to be true, and it sucks.
And that's all I've really got on that one, for now. My mom is a Christian, though, so if you're the praying sort I know she would be super touched and encouraged if she could be in yours every now and then.
Also around Christmas, I found out that my sister had a brain tumor. Pressing on her brain stem, affecting her balance and hearing.. She had surgery to remove it yesterday. The surgery was supposed to be at 1 p.m. so I started full-on panicking when I hadn't heard anything by 5:30, only to find out she hadn't gone in until 4. I finally got the news that the surgery was over and "went well" around 9. So less International Women's Day for me and more International Low-Level Freaking the Fuck Out All Day.
But. It went well. She's okay.
I stopped by Noah's classroom yesterday and found this hanging on the door:
You and me both, kid. You and me both.