I teased my husband yesterday that the city slogan for Modesto should be changed from "Water, Wealth, Contentment, Health." to "Modesto - You Are Here Because You Have To Be." All joking aside the Central Valley has a few things going for it, the culture is very Christian and loving, big cities are driving distance, and the weather is mild. Until this week. The perfect, predictable weather of the Central Valley and LA area is about to get crazy. Weather forecasters have predicted moderate weather for Monday - Wednesday, possible rain on Thursday but on Friday they urge you to build and ark and gather two of every animal. Flash back several months to our friends at ABC News asking us if they could send us to Disneyland this holiday season. We found a small two week pocket of time where Emma would be allowed to travel before the tickets expire. I turned to Brad and said, "Are we tempting fate trying to go to Disney in December?" We both laughed and said, "No, it is LA!". Flash forward again, RAIN, big rain. On the day we plan to go to Disneyland. Sigh...there is nothing we can do to change the weather besides a funky rain dance to try to bring it on early so we are packing rain coats and umbrellas. We are just going to go and try to last as long as possible.
When you look around a chemo clinic you will see a child with a pair of adults typically. Usually a grandparent, sometimes a second parent or an aunt / uncle. Rarely do parents go alone with their child and even more rare is what I do, I go with two children each week. It is not the path I chose but it is my reality, I make do each week trying to just take care of one day at a time. This RSV thing threw a wrench in my system. After a long talk and some tears I left to talk to my husband at his work. His boss was very loving and totally understood our dilemma. She is allowing Brad to leave for a half day once a week to help with Emma's chemo but those hours need to be made up elsewhere which means even longer days for Daddy. Most days he is gone before breakfast and home after the girls have had dinner. I hate to think how much longer his day will become.