Saturday, March 23, 2013
WARNING! This blog is going to ramble!
I'm not sure whose recovery I'm really talking about. I'm going to have to recover from this sudden weight gain - which I'm not happy about but for reasons I'll go into in a minute, I am not beating myself up. Hence, my recovery.
But I think mostly I am thinking about my nephew. My 23-year old nephew is also my godson. While I am not religious, I am conscious that my sister entrusted me with a special duty to him. He had his first week of chemo last week and is recovering from it this week. He has several more sessions, with two weeks of recovery in between. How do you recover from the controlled injection of poisons into your system? With a lot of love and patience and visits from relatives and the care of your siblings. I'm here, with my hubby and son, after driving 11 hours to spend time with him, his sister, his brother (and his girlfriend), and my sister, who had to fly from England to be with him. She will have to return for a while to her husband - who is also recovering from cancer. The conversations between my nephew and his stepdad have apparently been pretty amazing. What has amazed me, during this process is the support system surrounding him and the family. How do you have recovery without that? At the same time, he and the others are taking care of each other. It's about the best thing that I could hope for.
It's been really good for my son to be here. He feels a strong connection to family, even when we live miles from everyone else. And it's good for my nephew to still be the older cousin and take him around to meet his friends (even his ex's younger sister who loved his photo on Facebook!). Sitting at brunch yesterday, it was amazing to see the kids, my sister, my mother (who drove up from South Carolina just to spend the morning with all of us), and my other nephew's girlfriend (who is absolutely amazing!), and we're laughing until we cry. That's recovery.
All of us at brunch!