Thursday, March 4, 2010

Thursday, 04 March 2010 -- Day 74

It's only fitting that on the day after my birthday, I should talk about wrinkles. Specifically, the three worry lines above the bridge of my nose b/w my eyebrows that have been steadily getting deeper and deeper over the last six years. I'll admit that in June of 2004, I had much to be concerned about as I recovered from a hysterectomy, a brain aneurysm, and kidney cancer during a six-month period. I can remember that June, standing in my kitchen. Mom had come up to help and care for me. As we stood in the kitchen, she took her thumb and rubbed up and down over those worry lines as if she could rub my pain and concern away. I know what it's like to see a daughter hurting and afraid. I'll probably see that look tomorrow when I take my daughter to Mayo Clinic again to see her doctor to figure out why the medicine no longer seems to be keeping the Crohn's at bay. No matter how much pain and worry I'm feeling, seeing the pain and worry of my child is a thousand times worse. Wish Mom was here right now to rub my worry lines.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, and I thought you left to go to your dad's. I hope you hear nothing but good news. Take care.

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