You all do know David and I were on pins and needles when America’s Got Talent had to pick between Jackie Envinco and Michael Grimm a couple years ago. We loved them both.
Ya, choosing who to post on FB and beg you to help vote for was even stressful. We picked Michael Grimm and when he won, he knelt down low at her level and said something…. I was smitten. Not to mention gave her the biggest hug.
Fast forward to the Best Sunday Ever. August 25. Sam, Kayla and I ate brunch declaring only good things to come that day. Make a declaration like that and trust me everyone you are around feels it. They know it. They love it and join in.
We lined up to see Michael Grimm at a little bar where it was personable and perfect. My first glance is at a gorgeous Susan Summer (aka Chrissy from 3’s Company). She’s got pink boat shoes on, a great hat and a happy necklace. I compliment her. She offers me the necklace. Swoon. In one quick minute Sam, Kayla and I already know who we are sitting by once we get through the doors. Cheryl and her husband, Billy.
We walk in, meet Michael Grimms’s gorgeous redhead bombshell, sweeter than sweet wife, Lucy. Grab a table maybe 50 feet from stage. Order a ton of food. Turn of phones. Chat the night away and enjoy the end of the Best Sunday Ever.
Due to a bald head, a little skinny body and a big ole’ bandaid on my neck of course people wanted to know what was going on with me or just say a sweet word. So I just say it. I told you, I raised Joe with people staring at him wondering what was wrong. (PS, if you are new he has CP and wore many braces. See MY BRAVE JOE)
Cheryl shared a story with me about taking a couple of her family members to MD Anderson and how great the staff was. She didn’t even have to share it, it was difficult and did not end well. I saw it on her face. I admire her for sharing what she could.
I gotta tell you, that was really hard for me. It is hard to see someone sad and at a loss. I couldn’t find a single word to say. I know how I felt but words weren’t right. Nothing was right.
My brain instantly flashed to Joe and all the tests. You kinda gotta read his story to get it (MY BRAVE JOE). But I got so mad when people would say “you’re so lucky it could be worse”. I felt like every time they said that they were saying “he shouldn’t be perfect”. And in my head I just wanted my little boy to never have to overcome an obstacle or be judged for what he could not do. And they said I was lucky it could be worse?
Ya it could be, but it could also be a whole lot better. And I knew that would never be something I would say.
I wanted to say so many things but I just couldn’t. The only thing I know is that every time I walk through the doors of that hospital, they are the ones that push me through that door. They are with me. All those who have fought so hard have paved me such a beautiful path.
I wish I could explain it. I can’t. When the Dr said “cancer” not a worry went through me. I honestly was glad it was me and no one else in the waiting room. I said it to him instantly. I got this. I can do this. And never has my brain went to the “…” place. I know it should, I know it may someday but right now it’s the furthest from my mind.
So back to the story. We have the best night, say our farewells and head home in the craziest taxi cab ride ever. And yes, we turned our phones off so we could just laugh at the entire situation. Omg.
Kayla, Sam and I are giggling down the hall as we walk past a lady who we had met in the elevator. I’m not sure what I said, or overheard, but she was headed to MDA. Of course, I spoke up and asked why. She took off her wig and said she had ovarian cancer. I was startled. She was gorgeous and a ray of happiness. And dang, her wig looked way better than the 4 hiding in my drawers and came off a lot easier.
She said she just finished her cycle of 6. I’m still completely confused on cycles. But my phone alerts me whenever I have an appointment so I just show up. Cycles are for David’s brain. And she’s getting her results… actually this AM.
And once again, I have no words. It flashes through my brain, “I never want a result”. I wanna just stay here in the moment”. Then I refocus, we all tell her she’s got this and she smiles bright. I mean this girl sparkles. Lights up a room. Then off she goes with her friend.
And in normal MJC style us girls get to the room order her beautiful YOU GOT THIS flowers and know she fell asleep with a smile. One step further, we added the WAKE UP HAPPY ones for this morning.
And now my girls and I are off to chemo this morning. Ha, the nurses aren’t gonna know what to do when they see I have my own organic graham crackers!!!
This may just turn into the best week ever.