My Brain Is Trying To Be It All, Hold It All, Know It All, Balance It All

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It’s not working. This is not a surprise to me. I know my brain. We’ve been together for over forty years now. I ask a lot of it. Not so much of my body, but my brain, yes.

I ask it to manage the input of all the knowledge about Bob’s cancer. Even the things he doesn’t know. The statistics. The ugly, ugly statistics. I push them to the corners over my ears. I feel the pressure there now.

I ask my brain to manage my emotions--the emotions that are fighting to fall apart when I want to explain to my kids that these are the last two nights they’ll see daddy before, before…see, before what? I don’t want to finish that sentence. I has two endings. Neither one wants to come out of my mouth.

I put my brain in charge of choosing the best option.

I put my brain in charge of planning our accommodations for tomorrow night, the logistics of the next two days, the finishing up of the laundry, kids’ schedules, meals for my dad and the kids while I’m gone. I let my brain handle the limbo that lies ahead.

Then, at night, when I lie down to sleep, my brain tells me what’s up by spinning the room around in circles like a tilt-o-whirl. I grab for my iPhone to have some kind of light to use to anchor myself in space, to make the spinning stop. My brain says, “thank you.”

Together, my brain and I read something unrelated to our life until we drift off into dreams we’d rather not remember, listening to the sounds of a husband straining to breathe as the cancer comes racing back.

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Comments

[sendchocolate]

Honey. Oh. There are just no words. I want to help. I want to be there. My heart aches for you all.

Hey, I need to email you and get The Boy's email address...pretty sure that JBear is going to be getting email Real Soon Now. He is still talking about The Boy.

Miss you.

T.

[Debra]

Sending you all out to all the prayer chains, drumming circles,dancing healers, etc. I know. Keeping you in my heart.Debra

[Janet Isserlis]

oh, Leah

you're all in my thoughts and what passes for prayers as well.sending love,

[O'Neal]

Big fat squishy hugs and sloppy wet kisses to you super woman! Lots of prayers too! And when this is all over, you can take your brain on a vacation! XOXO

[Nancy]

Hang in there Leah. You be strong for Bob. We'll be strong for you.

Much love and many prayers.

[Al_Pal]

Eeeeyargh. *HUGS*

Sending peaceful lovin' vibes to you all: you, your brain, your Bob, y'all's family...those blood cells that are going to be doing an awesome job soon...

♥

[Al_Pal]

That was an html *heart* at the end. ;)

[Jeff]

sending a big toilet flush like mind dump to make room for some peace of mind. Fuck Cancer!