When I became a mother, my worrying increased by at least three fold.
My family has now grown to include two daughters-in-law, a son-in-law and my five precious grandchildren. So you do the math. Let's see that's worry times 11?
No, No, wait a minute, how can I forget Ross, and Rico? Right now Ross is doing okay. But Rico has a raging ear infection.
I went to visit my Aunt Sue yesterday. She is 86 years old and is my mother's sister. My mother died a year and a half ago at age 86. Aunt Sue is not doing well. Boy, she looks so much like my mother. She is having trouble walking. She lives with her son and his family. Her bedroom is upstairs. It was heartbreaking to watch as her grandson helped her up the stairs. She had to stop every few steps to rest.
I worry about Aunt Sue. I wish they would move her to a downstairs bedroom.
Two weeks ago Joe got the results of a CT scan and MRI. The cancer is stable. It has not grown and there are no new growths. That's good news for Stage IV incurable Colon Cancer.
Tuesday night, Joe was awakened by a pain in his side. He could not get comfortable. He mentioned it to his Doctor yesterday when he went for his every other Wednesday Chemo treatment. The doctor sent him for an x-ray. He will get the results today.
I am worried about Joe, always. I hope he answers my e-mail soon to let me know how he is doing today.
Perhaps I should order this worry beads bracelet.
Or maybe this box of Worry dolls would help.
Maybe I should order a couple of those. I don't think one would be enough.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
Jen, Derek, Bella and Ryan are coming down to visit. We are going to go to the beach.
The day is beautiful, not a cloud in the sky.
I will build castles in the sand and chase waves with the kids.
I'm sure there will be plenty of time for worrying later.
I hope we get a parking space.