Warriors

No question that's what we are - warriors. In the past week, Mom turned a corner, we turned a page. Her symptoms are markedly worse and there's no going back. 

Last week when I talked with Mom, time became incredibly fluid. Now I'm one of the best arguers of time and space and how the constructs are man-made, blah, blah, blah. But to experience that with my mom, kinda time stopping.  Mom spoke about Christmas in the past, then asked me if I was coming home for Christmas. This happened twice in one conversation and then multiple times throughout the week. How do you answer that question - I told her I'm not coming home for Christmas as the flights are outrageously expensive, but I would be home in February or March (freaking cold that time of year - bitter cold).  

Beyond time being fluid, there are other new symptoms that I will talk about in future posts. Overwhelming to actually write about the progression that has taken place in a very short period of time. Life literally changes in the blink of an eye. And, as my mom quotes my dad 'you worry about the wrong shit.'

What I marvel at is how Voyageur keeps moving. She steps aside for a moment to take a breath, gain perspective, and then is back full force. I operate in a similar fashion and for whatever reason, our timing is synchronic. When I was feeling hopeless last night, Voyageur was all Pollyanna. I think I'm finally rubbing off on her :)

Turning a page can be quite scary, But warriors we are. Warriors of the heart as we move forward with courage, patience, selflessness, loyalty, love of our comrades, perseverance, cheerfulness in adversity and a sense of humor (however terse or dark).

Back at ya comrade ;)