We were in the kitchen slicing apples to dip in my caramel sauce. Ethan asked, “Grandma, are you going to have surgery?” I replied, “Yes, Ethan, I am.” He turned his back to me and pulled up his t-shirt to wipe tears from his eyes. I placed my hands on his shoulders, turned him and gently cupped his chin to force his eyes to meet mine. He did not want me to see him cry. I asked, “Ethan, do you remember when Daddy called me last fall and said the ambulance was taking you to St. Al’s because you had fallen at school; your leg was split open?” With tears glistening in his eyes, he shook his head; nodding yes. I continued, “The first thing I heard when I entered the emergency room was the sound of your voice screaming. Do you remember why you were screaming?” He answered, “Yes, they were cleaning the cut and giving me shots to deaden it. It really hurt, Grandma.” I pulled his head to my shoulder remembering that day. I held him and said;”Ethan, the doctor had to clean the wound so no infection would occur. Then he deadened the area so he could stitch your leg back together again and make you whole. It hurt but your leg got better. You were very brave that day and I was proud of you. That is the way it will be with Grandma. I will have to hurt for a little while so I can get better. I will need to be brave like you were.” He asked one more question, “Grandma, will we still be able to come and spend the night at your house?” I replied emphatically, “YES”. Those four darling boys are my reason for fighting.
The co-worker, who gave me the purple “blessing” journal wrote these words inside of my book; “I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I‘ve brought a big bat. I’m all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”–Dr. Seuss
Look out cancer! I am going into surgery tomorrow with a bat at my side, running shoes on my feet and prayer warriors all around me!