Deja Vu All Over Again

I had barely settled in here at the Florida house…been grocery shopping, been to the library to get a couple of books, got the car uncovered and filled up with gas.   We enjoyed a simple dinner at home, watching some of the things recorded on our TiVo.  I had cleaned up the kitchen, taken a quick walk around the neighborhood (hello favorite pond, and snowy egrets) and had just poured a glass of Chardonnay in expectation of last night’s new episode of Glee.

Then the phone rang.

“I hate like hell to tell you this,” my mother said when I answered.  “But Aunt L.’s in the hospital.”  This is my recently widowed aunt, the left behind member of the couple who were like second parents to me. 

“Dear God, what now?” I asked.

“She was in terrible pain in her abdomen all day, and nauseous,” my mother continued,  ” so her friend took her into emergency.  They’re doing an MRI to see what’s going on.

At 11:00, I fell exhausted into bed.  We had been up since 4:30 a.m., and my eyes wouldn’t stay open any longer.  This morning, at 7:30, the phone rings again.

“It’s not good,” my mother tells me.  “They found numerous masses, and think they could be cancerous.”  My aunt’s history of colon cancer four years ago certainly makes this a likely conclusion.

I immediately start searching for a flight home, and am lucky enough to get the last seat on a Northwest flight leaving at 1:00 pm.  So within the next 30 minutes, my dear husband will be driving me to the airport. 

There is definitely a surreal quality to this…exactly three months ago yesterday, on another Wednesday evening, my uncle fell and fractured his hip.  There followed five days of waiting, wondering, worrying…and by Monday of the following week, he was gone. 

“I’m ready to go be with Tex,” she said to me this morning when I talked to her.  “You know I’m ready to see the Lord.”

Indeed, she’s been  telling me that a lot in the last three months.  And I wonder if there does come a time when you feel ready to relinquish the hold on life the rest of us clutch so frantically.  If most everyone you love is gone, if your life no longer resembles any of the hopes or dreams you had for it, if your faith in the hereafter is so strong that Heaven beckons like a soft bed after a long hard day.  

This morning the doctors say that these masses may not be cancer…that for sure her gall bladder is leaking, her pancreas is inflamed.  More tests are in order, they tell us.  Endoscopy, CT scans.  Surgery, perhaps tomorrow.

So, here I go home.

And here we go again.


10 thoughts on “Deja Vu All Over Again

  1. So sorry to hear all this, Becca. You certainly have had more than your share of bad news and adjustments of late. My thoughts are with you.

    Yes, I think one can be ready to let go if that is where life takes them. Enough is enough, is what I’ve heard some to say!

  2. Oh, Becca — this is so hard. What a bunch of challenges you’ve had to deal with over the past few months. It’s so very hard to see someone you love in pain, maybe ready to say farewell. I hear of that happening often; in some ways, I can certainly see why. I hope you find the masses will be OK and that she’ll be able to heal with a minimum of pain and soon. Meanwhile, I know and understand the stresses you feel and my heart is with you.

  3. You’ve been through so much over the past few months, Becca. Though this may or may not be the worst of it, it is the accumulation of stress and sorrow that wears us down.

    Your words bring tears to my eyes. A few weeks ago I wrote about living “too long,” but I don’t believe I articulated it clearly. You often give voice to my feelings. Thank you and take care, dear friend.

  4. It sounds like your aunt might be longing to say goodbye to this life. That’s harder to handle for those that will stay behind.

    I wish you a lot of support in these difficult times

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