We have been rocked.
Worlds flipped upside down.
Yesterday morning would be the second time in my life that I started my day sobbing before even putting my two feet on the floor in the morning. A 6:30am wake up call to tell me that my dad’s recent “burnout”, a condition he had been loosely diagnosed with but treated and medicated for for months now, is actually a brain tumour which was causing severe swelling of the brain. All of this responsible for 6 month of his concerning behaviours and declining mental abilities, absolutely none of it caused by mental health or being over worked. We are gutted. Angry. Lost. Confused. But together. We will sit in this brick walled fortress, with its smells of fresh diapers and antiseptic, until we have an answer. We are painstakingly waiting for the results of an MRI. The wait is long and impossible. But again, we are waiting together and surrounded by family. To every single one of you who has been here to make these moments easier for us, they may feel small to you but they are monumental to us. We couldn’t do this without you. I couldn’t leave my family for an unknown amount of time and know that they will be cared for without you. You have allowed me to pause being a mother, and to just be a daughter.
We will keep updates coming if you can all PROMISE to keep the prayers coming. We need all of them, big and small, long and fast. At the alter or in your car. Please think of him.
Our hearts are in our stomachs. Our nerves are fried. Our hearts beat with no known rhythm for now. We have no idea what’s ahead. We will likely not answer all emails, texts, calls and messages so please be patient with us.