We had a rough couple of days last week. My mom was just in the hospital last Tuesday for the first of two reconstructive surgeries she'll have for her leaking implants that she got back in the mid 80's due to her battle with breast cancer. Fortuantely she's still in remission! But I feel so bad that she has to go through more pain even now almost 25 years later. Seeing people I love in pain kills me. When they hurt, I feel the hurt too. She made it through this initial procedure wonderfully and there were no complications during surgery. Unfortunately, she gets very sick from anesthesia so that was pretty brutal for her. Also a little brutal for me, I'm one of those people that gets sick if I hear other people getting sick, but surprisingly I managed just fine. I guess when it comes down to it, you just do what you have to do. John and I stayed with her overnight to be there to check on her and make sure she was OK. Everything went as well as expected except for the fact that it rained terribly and Mom has a doggy door and our family dog Shelby must have found a nice big mud puddle to play in because when we woke up mud was tracked throughout the entire house. I mean everywhere. She found every available piece of carpeting to walk on. So while keeping an eye on Mom we also worked on cleaning the carpets and then of course we had to give Shelby a bath as well. I'll admit to a couple of frustrated tears while scrubbing the floor. Dirty carpets apparently make me sad and angry.
So after an exhausting day of playing nurse and cleaning crew we excused ourselves to go home and shower and grab a bite to eat. The showers perked us up and then we went to eat at one of our favorite places, Gengis Grill. Mmmmm Mongolian stir fry. We had just been brought our food when John gets a call from his step dad. His mom had just gotten home from work and found their family dog Annie had died sometime during the day in her crate. The look on John's face broke my heart. We immediately got our check and raced over to his parent's house. His mom was outside sobbing. Seeing her and John cry broke my heart even more. We went inside to see Annie. She looked like she passed away in her sleep. No signs of being sick or any kind of physical distress. She wasn't even 2 years old yet. Even writing about this now makes me want to cry again. His step dad got home and we all got Annie ready to take to the animal hospital. Tests were requested to determine her mysterious cause of death. Sadly, it turned out to be a heart condition that no one knew about. So at the animal hospital we said our final good-byes to Annie. She was a chocolate lab/border collie mix and she was the happiest puppy dog ever. She will be missed so very much.
With our hearts dragging on the floor we finally got home around 9 o'clock. We stood in the kitchen in exhausted amazement of the past 48 hours. We looked at each other and thanked each other for being there and being so supportive to one another. I really don't know what I would do without John. His love and support is like a constant flow of oxygen to me. I don't have to ask for his help when I need it. He is just there already helping in his huge and quiet way. And I am there for him just as fully. I feel so blessed that this incredible man wants me to be his wife and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. Even when you have a really shitty day love makes everything better.
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