On this exact day last year, Jeff and I finally got to Hobby airport after getting LOST (like we haven't both been there a hundred times) and reluctantly put me on a plane to Washington so I could figure out what was going on with my mom. She'd been really sick for a couple months, and was complaining about problems with breathing. Once I got out to the sidewalk at PDX and into the car, it was pretty clear something was wrong and she shouldn't even be driving. She had zero energy, and absolutely could not stop coughing.
Everyone knows what happened next. Probably the most intense month of our lives! My mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. Suddenly we were running around dealing with wills, attending support groups, having hospice workers over at our house... and did I mention that the toilet blew up during this time, and we had to have all of our floors taken up? It was crazy. I hope my brother got everything he needed emotionally... I really don't remember because I was pretty much on autopilot- cleaning up, sleeping on the floor in her room, taking trips to the pharmacy and being in denial. Things got really bad, really quickly, and on July 31st she was dead. That's kind of a blunt way to put it... but the whole event was pretty, well, blunt.
It's funny looking back over the past year and realizing that only in the last 2 weeks have things started to feel ok. Normal even. Poor Quinn missed a ton of school in the fall, but he just found an awesome program last week that will help him catch up on all the classes he missed! He came home yesterday and actually did his homework. No fighting, he just sat down and did it like he used to. I have survived work this year on reputation alone... making hardly any sales, keeping my own wacky schedule, and probably should have been fired long ago if not for some really good friends who are in charge and wanted me around. Now finally my mind is clear and I am back to making some really great sales. I think I'm going to shoot for a top 10 spot in the company next month- I used to automatically make the list without trying.
Anyway, it has just been a really interesting year. I think Quinn and I finally have our groove down, though. We talk and we laugh, and we see things for what they really were. He doesn't get as annoyed with me unless I forget to do the laundry... and I am starting to figure out what he likes to eat. He probably plays too many video games and we both probably stay up too late, and I really shouldn't have let him eat 6 bluberry muffins for dinner tonight. I also really have to appeal to his sense of logic rather than telling him what to do because sisters don't have much clout. Fortunately if I need a big gun I can call in our Aunty Gail! Great Aunts apparently have a lot of clout.
Our mom is still in a box, which is the great joke around our house... but the whole thing doesn't seem so strange and hard anymore. It just sort of is, and we just sort of are, and the whole thing is working out and feels kind of like a regular family again. And now I have to go join in on a game of Lego star Wars...