Whirlwind of a Weekend

Friday seemed like a normal day. Better than normal, actually. I had almost all my projects done at work. A bunch of people from the office and I went out to lunch together. The weather was nice. It was all adding up to a nice, relaxing weekend ahead. Sometimes when things are just going so right, there is something waiting just around the corner to throw you off.

I didn't know that Friday morning, my mom went to the emergency room to find out that the crampy feelings she had been having was actually a tennis ball sized tumor pressing on her colon. I got the phone call from my sister at 3:00. She could barely get the words out, "Have you talked to mom? She is in the hospital."

A brief conversation with my boss, and I was out the door heading to the hospital faster than the tears started to fall from my cheeks.

Hospital. My mom. What is going on?!?!

I got to the emergency room and found the little room my parents were in. My mom calmly explained that she sat down with the doctor after getting scanned and he held her hand as he said "We found a mass. You need surgery." A mass. Just another four letter word.

They kept my mom in the hospital over the weekend. She had surgery on Monday. Surgery doesn't seem like the appropriate word. It was almost six hours long. It felt like a lifetime. I was able to visit the hospital in the morning before she went in. My mom is the strongest, toughest, most amazing person I will ever know. She was so calm and so brave. My dad, sister, and I were able to follow her right up to the doors of the surgery wing. We said our goodbyes and we all parted ways. I asked my sister as we were walking up the stairs to leave the hospital, "how long do you think it will take the two of us to burst into tears when we leave here." She answered, "immediately."

I was a zombie at work trying so hard to stay focused on each project. It was the end of day and I still hadn't heard from my dad that she was out of surgery yet. I went home, changed, and headed back to the hospital. As I was driving up, my dad met with the doctor. "Everything went well and she is in recovery."

We were waiting for her in her room when the nurses wheeled in her with a warning that she was still very groggy and she was not allowed to get up. The first words out of my mom's mouth were "Can I play tennis?" We all smiled. Yes, tennis is definitely in your future.

My mom was a star. Each day passed with stunning progress. The haziness went away and she walked and talked and had visitors. We're planning on bringing her home soon, tonight or this weekend. As nice as the hospital is, I will be so happy that she can rest in her own bed with non-scratchy sheets.

Who knows what is to come in the future. Radiation? More surgeries? I'm not allowing myself to dwell on that. What is most important is healing. Emotionally as well as physically. This whole heart-wrenching weekend has brought my family so much closer together. We leaned on each other for strength. And the strongest is by far my mom. "Tough as nails," the doctor said with admiration in his voice. My mom can do anything.

Before surgery the nurse said something I will never forget. "Crossing your fingers only gives your hands cramps. Prayer works." God is great. We've gotten through some pretty difficult times and there may be tough times ahead, but I have faith that He will give my family the strength to get through anything as He has in the past.

Meeting Baby Nathan

This past weekend, I finally got to meet my new nephew, Nathan. My mom, sister, nephew Carter, and I decided to tag along on my dad's business trip down to Orlando. We stayed at a great hotel that overlooked Epcot and the Magic Kingdom.
On Sunday, Kristin, Ryan and baby Nathan met us at the hotel. He is so little!! I am so used to seeing my first nephew Carter who is a little over a year old that it really surprised me how small Nathan is. He is such a good baby. He slept most of the evening at the hotel and I held him for the first time.


My mom and I took a drive to Vero Beach on Monday. We looked at six houses and grabbed lunch at a cute little diner by the beach and then picked up some shells for Carter. Kristin cooked the whole family a delicious meal of shrimp and grits for dinner.

It was a great trip, but not nearly long enough. I miss getting to see my big sister and it breaks my heart that they all live so far away. We'll get to see each other over the next few months and I can't wait to see little Nathan grow. I am so blessed to have two adorable nephews.

Doggy Play Land

My parents left for a trip out of town and I offered to watch their three dogs. That makes four dogs in my tiny condo. My mom dropped them off and not five minutes after they arrived, someone peed on three of the four rugs I own. So I rolled up the main rug, stuffed it in my little closet, and created doggy play land.

I have heard the expression "herding cats" before, and that is what I felt like when my mom and I took all four pups outside in my complex. Two of them won't walk on a leash, one of them likes to wonder, and one of them has the never-ending energy of a toddler.

Other than the chaos of herding them all into the condo, I don't see it being any trouble watching these three relatively lethargic pups. I am looking forward to leaving them behind with the other dog-sitter and meeting up with my parents in Florida this weekend. I get to meet my tiny baby nephew Nathan!!

Exploring Brookhaven

Most people know that Buckhead is a posh part of Atlanta with great shopping and dining. Right next to the fabulous Buckhead, is Brookhaven, a much smaller but growing neighborhood. One of my favorite things to do is explore this little area of town that is right around the corner from where I live.

My parents made the ~45 minute drive down to take me out to dinner (and drop off their dogs, but thats another story). We went to a restaurant off Dresden Drive called Verde. I highly recommend the house margarita.

My parents are trying to sell the lake house that I grew up in during the summers of my childhood and while at dinner, they kept talking about the vacation and eventually retirement house they would like to buy after the lake house sells. I happened to inherit my mother's real estate gene and love house hunting. Which I do via my computer all the time. I tried to convince them to buy a condo in Brookhaven that I would rent from them, but thus far my suggestion has not sparked their interest. Oh well, it never hurts to try.

I love this little area of town and plan to stay here for quite awhile, especially if they keep building cute little strips of restaurants and shopping like on Dresden Drive.