My Up and Down Day

What a day yesterday!

I'm driving to my play date with my daughter.  I'm on Beltway 8 where you're putting your life in your own hands.  Always tailgaiters and near misses.  But yesterday I really had a scare.  In the next lane I see a car weaving.  I decide to go on and pass.  Right when I'm even, I look over.  I think he must be on his cell phone.  But instead I see the Dreaded Nose Picker!  I then notice he is drifting into my lane.  He keeps coming, keeps coming, I jerk over into the other lane.  Thank goodness no other car on that side.  I honk, look over at the nose picker and see he has finally found his prize and is now analyzing.  Sure enough he returns to his lane. 

I pick up my daughter then head for her new house still under construction.  How beautiful and large.  We hop back in the car and head for our favorite Mexican restaurant.  As usual she orders her margarita.  We chit chat talking about various things.  Then I see tears in her eyes.   It is then I find out she may have Barrett's Syndrome which is a premalignant condition.  Through tears she tells me fear it maybe cancerous.  Her esophagus may be damaged due to acid refIux she's struggled with for years.  The lump in her breast is related to this flare up of her esophagus.  Next week she will have an Ultr-sound and endoscopy.

Sidebar:  Reader, you will not believe this.  The doctor gave her two documents to complete.  One is an organ donor document they ask her to sign.  The other is a medical power of attorney for her to appoint a guardian to make decisions for her.  I was aghast.  Is this normal?

I sit and watch tears roll down her face.  I get up and hug her never wanting to let go.  I reassure her it will not be cancerous.  She orders another margarita, we laugh some and she cries some.  When I take her home she asked me to spend the night and hold her all night.  I think about it, but decide it best for me to leave so she and her husband can talk things through.  She calls me later, I made the right decision.   Immediately she went to sleep from exhaustion.  She did however tell me things would be fine. 

I drive home.  I ask myself, "How does a mother make this boo boo go away"?   I wonder how can I take this fright from her.  WHAT CAN I DO?  I become so angry I pull off the road.  I don't cry, but I beat my steering wheel until my hand hurts.  

I then met my bowling team for a league make up game.  I've been trying for a year to bowl a 200 officially.  I sat there thinking about my daughter.  In the middle of the second game I decided I would bowl a 200 for my daughter.  Right then I starting striking like crazy.  Sure enough I bowled my 200 for my daughter.  To me an indicator she will be fine.  Needless to say, I didn't jump for joy.

But I know my strong daughter will be fine.  She has to be.