
I wondered last night..crying to myself..wanting to believe that the tears were for my friend...but knowing in my heart they are for myself.. I am in a slump friends...feeling very sorry for myself..Things are just taking to long here..I want to be home..Today is the 4th of July..I sit in my room with my lap top instead of being at my mothers for our family reunion..They called me..not to upset me, but to tell me HAPPY INDEPENECE DAY! When I return the phone to the base, my tears come freely..The nurse walks past..Asking me if I am in pain..I lie and say yes..Maybe one more pain pill will help me sleep through this wicked bad day...I am thinking of my children, at the Lake House with their dad..Swimming and getting excited about the fire works show..I wish I could see them...but maybe Wednesday night he can bring them to see me...I am jealous as hell..and I fight not to hate the man that is trying to make their lives as normal as possible..My babies--13,12,8, & 6..What has been normal for them in the last how many years..and this past 5 months mom being away as much as she has...I feel sorry for myself and I know its wrong...but its hard...
The phone ran as I was typing you..I guess good news for some-again my pain of rage kicks in..My sister will be released from the Rehab center and will be flying from Denver to Omaha on Thursday..I promised her I would be the one picking her up...I promised her that I would be there for her...Now -I am here, behind my shield..unable to leave my walls of desperation..Will she understand? One day she can tell me who I am on the phone the next she asks me to take her potatoes off the stove..they are boiling over...I say--a simple..OK Deb, I will..There are no potatoes on the stove, and the rehab center says she will not gain anymore cognitively...Why do people have to suffer...Would it have been any easier on her mind if she would have gotten her wish..She tells me she can't live with out her arm and leg..she will not wear a diaper at 54..I tell her, that's why I am here for you--I will take care of you...Now-was I lying? here I sit..unable to leave this bastard of a place until MAYBE Sunday....I hate it here..I am finding my solace only in the fact I meet new people.. I have stopped reading and taking care of the lil ones in the day center..WHY? you ask...Because I am becoming hateful, resentful and I can't shake it out..I want to walk out this door...get into my vehicle and leave..but I am too weak, and still to radioactive to be around my own flesh and blood..No babies, No pregnant people, No elderly....Not my own mother...I have not been given the grace of Selflessness..No, now I rage in self pity..I hurt, I throw up, I hate everything...the smiling, the wind, the rain, the green grass and the fact I am still here..Promises go unkept, and lives are changing before my eyes...I dream of the day, I will lay my head down and never wake up...For I will NOT do this again...I will NOT go through this again..If my cancer comes back and I am summoned back to this place of HELL I will not return..The fight I had is gone.. but yet will it return tomorrow?....Lets hope so....Thank you for letting me cry to you...