Here's the recap of the last month:
April 14th: I headed to Calvin Festival of Faith and Writing to represent Relief Journal and The Midnight Diner as the new president of the company that publishes them, ccPublishing.
On the way there, my sister called me concerned with my mom's health.
April 16th: My dad's birthday, mom was hospitalized. I was still at the conference.
April 20th: Doctors find a 5cm brain tumor in mom.
April 24th: My parent's 39th wedding anniversary, mom has brain surgery. Doctors diagnose her with Diffuse Large B-cell Lymphoma. (We canceled our trip to our grandson's first birthday party in Missouri to be at the hospital for mom's surgery.)
April 26: Phil's step-dad, the only dad he's known because his dad died in an auto accident when Phil was a year old, is diagnosed with lung cancer, has a large tumor in his lung and the cancer has wrapped around his spine and nearly severed a vertebrae.
April 29th: We leave for Missouri.
April 30th: Phil's step-dad has surgery to remove the lung tumor and part of the spinal cancer.
May 3rd: Phil's step-dad has surgery again, this time to put in an artificial vertebrae.
May 6th: Phil's daughter puts on a second-first birthday party for our grandson! :)
May 7th: Mom has an IV bubble put in her brain for chemo.
May 8th: Back to Indiana.
May 9th: Mother's Day, I spent the day with mom at the hospital.
May 10th: Mom's chemo started.
And here we are. I've been at a hospital nearly every single day since April 20th. Thank goodness for friends who are willing to help out with Popinjay (and will continue to help!) until things are a little less frantic around here. I've made some commitments to a couple sponsors and I'll be catching up on those posts soon as well as trying to participate in Popinjay. I might even get to post a blog or two with thought on this past month. You all know how much I loathe cancer for taking my best friend, Jill.
Amber said something when this all started, I can't remember when it was, but she said something about all this stuff hitting right after some very good things happened in my life regarding God. I can't help but think she's right. That's the idea I need to explore. Am I cursed or blessed? I've posted about that before with a lighter tone, but after several writer's conferenced and critique partners who've mentioned the fact that I might well be cursed--I might just believe it. LOL