So, I got the call from the scheduler. She could get me in on Friday the 26th. Heart sinks. "Is that the earliest appointment?" "Yes." "Okay, so what is involved in the appointment?" "Well, I understand that you are a go getter, so we have scheduled EVERYTHING in that day. You will know if you need markers, you will know when you can start treatment, etc." Okay, so I cannot complain, but my treatment is tentatively scheduled for Sept 1st, 2nd, 6th, 7th, and 8th. FRICK. September 1st is the first day of school. I have never missed one and considering I was supposed to miss all of them, it hurt. "They will never remember...." "It will be fine....they know the drill...." "I can be there....." Pause.......exhale....pause...., but I am their Mom and while I am a pretty bad Mom, they know certain things.......I love them....I will fight for them.....I will protect them.....I will be their greatest ally....I will be the one they call in trouble, but I will not be there. FRICK. Mason is prepared. He told me, "We do what we have to do." He is eleven. What eleven-year-old does that in America? Maybe other countries, but not here. But I guess, "We do what we have to do."
Sad, but proud,
Ang
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