Today was the day we took down all the Christmas decorations in our house. The mood was a little melancholy around here. well... a lot. My mom surprised me by coming over to help - and 2 more hands are always welcome. My daughter reminded me that we only have 1 more Christmas while our son is still at home and she was dreading this one being over... I was ok with wrapping things up and putting it all in the attic for another 11 months until she said that. Just the thought of only having one more Christmas of all of us living under the same roof makes me want to crawl up under a blanket and have a good cry. It doesn't seem possible that this many years are gone. I know we'll still be together for the holidays.. it will just be different. And different can be good. I have to keep telling myself that.
On another note, my mind is racing. I've been having some "female" health problems. I had an ultrasound 2 days before Christmas and I am going to a specialist two days from now to get the results and a plan. I'm nervous. I think what I'm going through is par for the course of aging.. but I just need to hear it from the expert. I am so hopeful that he's going to tell me I just need to have a simple procedure done and everything will be back to normal (or the new normal). But I admit my mind still wanders into the what-if's. I just don't want the "c" word to be a part of our lives. So until Thursday morning I wait and I pray.
It's been a long day. A productive day. But mostly a long day.
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