Parents have gone home
Wow it was hard saying good-bye as it always is. My 74 year old parents flew from S.A. to live with us from my 2nd Surgery on the 15th Nov until today. They put their own health issues aside and became my house maids and carers for that time, so we could cope, and my husband could get support and adjust, and work 2 jobs. We all adjusted quickly, although my poor man was a tad worried about sharing his home for that length of time, he was surprised at how much of a blessing they were. They softened the blow of the most devastating thing to have happened to us so far. My mum washed my back in th shower when I first had surgery, and they worked together as they shopped, cooked,cleaned, got scripts, drove my car, just did everything the entire time. They were company when I read a book under the tree, and my Dad walked with me on good days by the river. The never ending washing, preparing meals from scratch and the love and devotion to support us through the beginning will stay in our heart forever. We have always been close, and they have always been my shelter from every storm and strength and courage. I told my Mum "You can go home with a clear conscience that you did all you could, and we can never thank you enough!" My Mum had breast cancer when she was 55, and has a list a mile long of health issues herself, but she pushed on and did all she set out to do. This conversation occured because at one stage she was frustrated she couldnt stay the whole time, or couldnt blow dry my hair (when I had it), because of her arthritis, so I sat her down and said "Dont you dare feel bad, you've done everything you could" She didnt have to go through the Chemo when she had hers, so she felt like a ;typical Mum who said "I wish I were going through it for you!" So it doesnt matter what age we are, they will always be my Mum and Dad and I will always be their "Little Girl". Thank you Mum and Dad - we love you!
