I'm leaving on jet plane

Well, I'm not really leaving as of today. The original plan included me flying from Denver to escort the rents a la a commercial flight. Diane and Jill would take up the rear en coche con animales. (Bet that's not even accurate Spanish...been a few years. Sounds a bit like someone had car with animals, but whatever).

So, a revision to the song: [Mama and Daddy] are leaving on a [private] jet plane. Don't know when [they'll] be back again [maybe two weeks]. Yes, in the world of cancer ping pong match Craig V. Mary, it would appear that Craig has a stronger serve this week. He's been flaunting his "I'm goin to get you cancer" stuff by playing harmonica, walking around, and the like. In the warped world we live in, we are banking this new found energy and upward progression with the hope that he can return the flying favor in two weeks. Yes, it's Mom's turn to fly since she is able. In all reality, we don't know what her flying status will be in two weeks. IF Mom is reading this, you are not failing! You are not an invalid! The tumor is just making you work for it. As Jill says, you are surviving cancer until...  Every day you are living, you are fighting!!! Survival takes many forms and a form just might involve the inability to walk, and that's ok.

Knowing that our Mom can still walk, albeit in limited capacity, why not make the most of it? With a little maneuvering, Diane and Jill will load Mom and Dad on the plane. We'll cross our fingers that no clots are thrown, no strokes are had. I'll be in waiting, ready to offload said 'rents from the plane to take them to one of Craig's friend's homes. This will aaaaallllll occur during a narrow window when Craig does not need medication. With fancy footwork, maybe I can buy a bit more time. Jill and Diane will arrive with zoo later in the day. If all goes according to plan, we'll be in one state at last.

By nightfall, the Lawlers will have reunited for the first time since our lives hit the proverbial shitcan. You don't know lonely until you are faced with the very real possibility of a family of six falling to a family of four in one short year. There are no predictions and we hold onto hope that we can be those that defy the odds, but to be separated by distance and time accentuates the loneliness and desperation to be together. To be together at last might very well let reality sink in. Everyone buy stock in Kleenex; I'm sure we'll be crying a river of tears.

~E