This week marked my last few Doctor’s appointments, and the melancholy sadness has already set in… On Wednesday, I had my final check-up with my primary Doctor, and when I made it home, I was greeted at the door by two little faces. Dylan ran up to me and hugged my leg as tight as he could, and said, “mommy gone”. I picked him up, and hugged him as tight as I could, and told him that “mommy will always come back to Dylan.”

The same carried on for Thade, the next evening. It was bedtime, and stories were being read, and it had been a long day… Neither one of the boy’s would go to sleep, and Thade was sobbing… I went in to sit at his bed-side and see what the tears were about, and he asked me “will I be left by myself?” “Of course not,” I told him… “But what if you don’t come back after surgery?” So I told him, “I have 2 amazing Doctors and one wonderful Nurse and they are all going to take great care of me. Mommy will always come back to Thade, no matter what.” I handed him my teddy bear from when I was a child, and prayed that he would find some comfort…

Even though it will only be for a few days, I will miss them more than they will ever know…