Day Nineteen: Free writing exercise: 400 words.
Let’s see. I have really enjoyed this writing challenge, even though I haven’t written every day. That’s OK because I am still writing way more than I used to. And the challenges I’ve missed are definitely on the back burner for days when I want to write but need a little push or direction. I also write in my handwritten journal (imagine that!) and I started keeping a kind of blog journal since Writing 101 started. I just jot down ideas or the assignments or whatever is related to my new blog. Fun.
What was NOT fun was lacking internet/TV/phone for four days. It’s back now – big smiles. To be honest, if not for the World Cup I wouldn’t have noticed the cable was out. BUT the World Cup IS happening and I had to find a way to stream it which is annoying because you have to find a site that is showing it and then it always has to buffer and blah blah blah. And the internet & phone is how I keep in touch with all my friends and family far far away. Okay, okay, four days is not the end of the world and I still had my iPhone. So basically, I didn’t go into tech withdrawal. But I did go into family withdrawal a bit. Because…
My uncle has bladder cancer. Ive mentioned this. He had a PET scan on Monday and met with his new (awesome) doctors on Tuesday. He is having surgery on Monday to remove his bladder and a part of his small intestines. Remove. He is 69 with a grand-baby is on the way. He’s a survivor. He survived Vietnam. He survived CML (a type of Leukemia fairly easy to treat). He survived a heart attack and subsequent bypass surgery. He has bad kidneys and can’t have chemo & radiation without destroying them. So of course, we all hope he “survives” this cancer and surgery as well. And by survive, I mean the walking, talking , living, breathing fresh air, wits & sense of humor in tact, kind.
Yet here I am, 2215 miles away. I won’t be there with my family Monday while my uncle undergoes his surgery. I won’t be there next week while my aunt is in a hotel all week visiting him in the hospital. I won’t be there to hug my cousin and his wife when they need an extra one. And even if I go to visit this summer, I won’t be there through the two-three month recovery period. It totally twists my heart but this is life. More precisely, this is the life I chose. As I write, my son is asking me a question and my daughter walks into the room. Along with my husband, they are my reasons for being here. My tears will just have to wait.