I've had "The Long and Winding Road" by the Beatles in my head for a few days. I feel like our road has taken another twist with my mom's breast cancer diagnosis. I know so many people who have been on a similar road with their mothers, grandmothers, sisters, daughters, aunts, etc. I think you'd have to live in a cave to not know someone who has been affected in some way.
The way ahead is so uncertain. Maybe this will take care of it, maybe not. I had a feeling when mom told me she found a lump. And tried to assure me that it was just a cyst. And yet, here we are. Sitting in a waiting room outside of an operating room watching "Bonanza," while we digest our hospital cafeteria food.
As I was talking to mom in pre-op I noticed how much older she suddenly seems. She has had quite the winding road, between her Crohn's Disease, broken bones, complications and side effects from medications. And she is still 95 pounds of strength and tough, generosity and caring. But, how much more of all of that can her body take? Hasn't she had enough?
And so we continue down the long and winding road, that at least is certain. Where will this twist take us? What will be around this bend? Will it lead us home, like in the song? What is home? It seems that this episode of "Bonanza" is fixing itself. Will our road straighten? We'll stay tuned.
