A routine visit to the doctor, recently brought my mom an onslaught of follow-up visits, tests, different medications, treatments and a biopsy. The doctor found a mass on one of her breasts. Nothing like thinking you may or may not have cancer to put a halt to your normal life. Not to mention bring anxiety, worry and even despair to it. Not just by my mom, but my brothers and sister and I. The following days after the "find" everything was done in "ASAP" mode. Meaning, the doctors ordered everything "at once" and "immediately" All but the last part. The biopsy. Oh the procedure itself was quick and over in a mere minutes. It's the waiting that took forever. At least, to my mom, and me, and the rest of my family, it felt like forever. In reality it was about 12 days. Forever. Yesterday we heard the most beautiful words in the English language (ok, maybe a close second to "I love you" and "You are NOT the father!") come from my mom's doctor's mouth: "The test was benign. There is no cancer." To say that we were relieved would be an understatement. We were over-the-moon happy! I've never been so scared before. Not even when I had a gun pointed at me during a robbery. This was during high school, when I worked at a movie theater and it happened to get held up. Not even then, this by far, was scarier. My mom put on a brave front throughout the ordeal. She masked her angst and her worries. The "not knowing" kind of held all of us captive. And kept us that way until yesterday morning. After thanking God about a million times, I sighed a breath of relief. And our world was bright and sunny again.
I love my mother more than life itself. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to her. There are times when I can't stand her, when she gets on my nerves, when I'm angry with her, but make no mistake, this woman is amazing and deserving of all beautiful and wonderful things. And no matter if we argue one day and make up the next, our love is unconditional, honest and transcends any other bond there is in life. A mother's love is unique and stands alone. I was talking to my sister last night, we were discussing the days events and how happy we were about the results. She told me she had been really scared. And had cried herself to sleep almost every night since the "find". She said that "mom is the tape that holds our crazy family together." And she's right. She's our "tape" our "glue", our "miracle maker". We are so lucky to have this woman in our lives. If there is one thing I got from this ordeal it's that "Life is too short to waste." Indeed it is.
What will you do about it?