For what seems like forever, I waited.
First, it was to learn if my son had accumulated enough credits.
Then, to be certain he'd passed the last math course.
And last, for the DAY.
And then this past wednesday, my son graduated high school and my heart almost broke with pride and relief. Its been one hell of a fight to get him back on his feet and back on his way. The wait was so worth it.
And now I'm waiting again, for different answers, answers to darker questions.
My mother had a colonoscopy the very same day and they found a mass. They did a biopsy and a CT scan and told her its genetic, but because of her medications, she can't remember what they referred to. We know she'll require surgery, whatever is going on.
Its kind of draining, going from one emotional extreme to the other, back and forth. Forgive me if I'm a little distracted this past week.
I'll be sitting over here, waiting.