As a family, we have traveled to many places in previous Spring Breaks; from California to Florida, and to Royals spring training just last year. But the most memorable Spring Break for me will always be this one.
Of not doing much of anything, but doing everything. Of learning so much as the minutes rolled by much too quickly. Of conversations that were deeper than the five minute catch-up.
Most vacations have a price tag on them, I could not possibly put a price on our stay-cation in Garden City last week.
This break could not have come at a better time, as the last few weeks have been difficult for all of us.
My mom was experiencing some neurological problems, and had an MRI Wednesday, March 2 to see what was wrong.
The radiological report from a specialist in Denver showed the results, and were, in my dad’s words, “No damn good.”
The report turned our world upside down. The report indicated she had one primary brain tumor, and several small lesions (mini-tumors) also in the brain.
After an accelerated timeline to travel to Wichita, and then undergo surgery, Saturday, March 5, Dr. Grundemeyer was able to remove the primary tumor and a few of the lesions. She has been recovering from surgery in the comfort of her home since then.
On average, around 20,000 Americans are diagnosed with primary brain tumors each year. The diagnosis is incredibly rare.
(The information I recommend reading about this topic can be found on the American Cancer Society website http://www.cancer.org/ )
Unfortunately, there is no way to beat around the bush on this one.
My mother was diagnosed with grade four astrocytoma. Grade four astrocytoma is also called glioblastoma-multiforme which is what the radiological report in Denver determined, and what Dr. Grundemeyer (who conducted the surgery) concluded in his final report.
In short, it’s terminal brain cancer, and there is no known cure. How’d my mom put it.. “This sucks.”
What we do know is that we can take care of my mom, the smartest damn woman I have ever met, the best we can.
We can show her the strength and support she has given all of us through so many years, tears, trials, and tribulations.
My mom’s mind is sharp, but her heart is bigger.
My dad, who has done so much this past month, has a great quip about her intelligence.
“I married the smartest girl I could find, and I pay for it every damn time we get into an argument.” (It must be where I get my argumentative streak)
Each day I am greatly appreciative of everyone’s prayers, and we will continue to pray. It is what we do best.
The outpouring of support from family and friends has been nothing short of remarkable. My mom has realized what a great support structure she has in her life. And how much of an impact she has made on all of our lives, mine included.
My mom has a goal, and we have talked about her days left on this Earth. We both agreed that while there will be horrible moments during good days, we made it a priority that every day from this point on will be a good day.
My one request to you is this. If your mom is sitting next to you or in the other room, get up, give her a big hug, and tell her that you love her. You’ll make her day, week, month, even her year maybe.
And if you can’t convince yourself to do it, for your pride’s sake, do it for me.
God’s blessings to you all