Today is my son's fiftieth birthday and we're all going up for a five course meal at a nice place at a ridiculously early time due to the two and three year olds: five fifteen. I'm kind of stunned I have a kid this old! How did we all get here? And thank goodness we did. This man looks a lot like my Dad and also his father's Dad, and he has a son who looks like all of them. He's given me great joy and pride, and his little family is very dear. He's a good man. This, in spite of early disruption and a father who left the country and then died. He's come to terms with that heritage, and has many connections with people in that family. They love him. I'm glad. He has a wonderful wife and this late in life son he adores, as do we all. He has my heart and my blessings.
Yesterday my next oldest called to say she had a spot on her brain, and was having one time only radiation. She called after the radiation again, and said she'll have an MRI in six weeks and hopefully this took care of it. It's very small, so the doctors are keeping an alert, watchful eye, and the chemo is taking care of her body, but chemo can't cross the blood/brain barrier, so there are separate issues for the brain. I wanted to hold her and be there for her, but she is brave and well supported, and I send my prayers every day and night. Her daughter, she said, was waiting to hear how the radiation went. She is ten. It's hard, not being able to DO ANYTHING. I'll probably make a weekend trip this month, and see them in person. They're fine, I know, but it's all so unfair. I know, such is life, but I don't have to accept it. I won't. She has my heart and my blessings.
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