Bridgette is 5 months old.. Thats how old Charlotte was when our lives began to crumble. ..
Today is hard.. I just woke up hurting and wanting.
I went.. as I always do in the morning, to a place Tony and I both call wonderful torture. The “on this day” option on Facebook. And I saw the picture of my Jennifer with one of her very best friends. They were wearing the matching pink minnie shirts Jennifer picked out for them in Disney World.
I smiled. Remembering how the girls were so serious about trying to match everything. Same color hair things.. and boots and leggings and blue skirts.
I smiled at how happy she was to be back at her preschool even though she should have been in kinder. How we gave her the choice of where to go .. and she gladly chose Ms Sandy with Maddie there too. And how I barely made it through letting her go there.. except that it was Ms Sandy.. with Maddie.
And I looked at how much had changed in that picture.. but also how little. And I started crying.
Angry bitter hot tears.
Jennifer hasn’t changed for me from that time. She is frozen as the little girl in that picture.
..so little has changed.
But Maddie.. that shirt that was so big on her .. purposefully big so it lasted. . Now I know it barely fits her anymore.
…so much has changed..
I remembered the rest of the day. Taking her to a dr appointment. Hopeful. Everybody had hope. We planned for her first follow up MRI. Hoping the tumor had shrunk from her weeks of radiation. But at the very least stayed the same.
.. time .. time.. time..
I just hoped for some time with her. No. I counted on it. I banked on it. 9 months average life span for DIPG. Somehow I just never really realized that for some kids that meant far less than 9 months.
They told me I couldnt know the results of the MRI for almost a week after we got it.. not until the next clinic visit. I told them no. No. I needed a call. I couldn’t wait that long. I warned them I would find out where they lived and show up. .. I think they knew I was just crazy enough to do that.
They did call. And I am glad they did. Because 2 days after the call when we went for that clinic visit she was already starting the process of actively dying. It seemed to start right after we got the call. .. Like she was just waiting for us to know. A weight seemed to be lifted off of her within moments of us knowing.
we knew.. so you didn’t have to keep trying quite so hard..
My sister was with me that appointment day. Its amazing how the same day.. the same hours can feel so differently for two people. She loves this day.
I hate it.
Because we went to my nephews wrestling match. I remember calling Tony.. knowing he would want us to come home so he could see her and have dinner with her. But also knowing he would never say no to us asking to stay.
Another night I stole from him.
He doesn’t read my blogs anymore.. But I will ask him to read this. My public apology. My public gratitude and acknowledgement for how much he loves us.. and the sacrifices he made.
Im sorry Tony.. For both of you. I am so so sorry.
Damnit. I get so mad. These moments. These mistakes they shouldn’t be allowed to have such a hold over me.. But I don’t get freedom from them.
Because when she became forever 6 our lives together stopped. Who we were got frozen in time then too..
Barely 6 years of mistakes and successes. .. not enough to look back and embrace the good.
And I just miss her. Her laugh. Her smile. Her eye roll. Her life…
.. her death.
We are entering a sacred time for me right now. The time that I ushered my daughter over.. Two and half weeks it took. As her body shut down.. one ability at a time..
My arms physically ache for her right now. I sometimes can’t believe how physical the grief can be. How I can feel the pain in my heart. Feel the emptiness in my arms … an undeniable urge to just reach out..to her.. for her.. over and over again..
oh baby girl
so much has changed.
and so much
…until there is a cure..