First of all, thank to all of you for the kind words, thoughts and prayers for my mom. Having her around is something I've taken for granted until last year. She's the woman who's done everything right and it is so wrong that she has to battle this. She goes to church, worked as a daycare manager (she can't do that anymore), never smoke or drank, is a mom, wife, sister, aunt, daughter, friend and doesn't have an enemy in the world except this disease. It doesn't seem like it's supposed to work this way.
For now, we wait and pray for good things.
I do have a funny story for you. I won't be a complete downer.
A couple of weeks ago my boyfriend and I headed to (where else?) the beach for a day of playing in the waves. So there I was minding my own business when out of nowhere I feel a little pain on my leg which instantaneously turns to a LOT. I had my first jellyfish sting!
Now, does everybody remember the Friends episode where Joey pees on Monica to help with her jellyfish sting? Hilarious.
Boyfriend is now my Joey.
So now that you've either vomited or picked yourself up off the floor laughing at me, this past weekend we were back at Boca Grande enjoying the surf from Tropical Storm Faye, and I see this:
Blinded by the sun and thinking it was a piece of glass I go to PICK IT UP. Boyfriend grabs my hand a tells me its another jelly! Now I am apparently trying to PET them!