When I was little my mom used to pretend that if we made noise when she was baking anything it would fail to rise. When I learned about soufflés, which I vaguely recall mom attempting once, I knew I had been tricked.
Just thought I would share that with you.
I'm pretty sure me and lil sis were on the rowdy side. I'd love to go back as a fly on the wall and see what we were like. If I did get to go back, I'd bring a tiny little fly sized camera with me because there are so many things I wish I had photographed.
I've been lugging my heavy human sized camera around more than I have been photographing with it. Inspiration is low these days.
The hospital oncologist gave the BIL a time limit. He said 6-12 months without chemo. I'm not sure what my BIL is going to do, take the chemo or not, but I am imagining he will say he doesn't want to suffer more than he has to and I will support him. That's my job, as a family member, right? Unconditional love and support. I can do that part, the unconditional part and the support part. It's his life, his journey, and in a world where he has no control over what is happening to him, this little amount of control through making his own decision is something we all need to respect. I have talked to the husband about it, and that was weird. The husband shows no signs of emotion. It's freaky. He rationalized his brother's diagnosis away with some reasoning I will not repeat here.
Please, universe, do not let my kids have this brain disease. Please universe, let my children be the whole people they were meant to be and not fade away into strangers like their father.
There has been a death which has shaken me to my core. It's the child of one of my beloved girl friends. I won't say who it is here out of respect for their privacy. I try to imagine what it must feel like to be in their place, saying goodbye to a child, and I cannot even bare the pain of imagining. I just don't know how the family is holding up.