My mom is doing great. She finished radiation a couple of weeks ago. (Let the people rejoice.) She went to Vegas for a trade show. She and my dad went to San Diego last week. (Yea!) She’s planning for the future. She has her energy back. She wants to start teaching country line dancing again. (Horrah!)
I support my mom in her decisions that make her happy and healthy. She needs to get out and be with people. She loves dancing, country music, and cowboy boots. She’s a great, dedicated teacher.
But she has to rebuild her class back. Which means (deep breath) I’m obligated to attend. Sometimes it really sucks being the only girl. Remember last time? You know how I got out of it last time. I got knocked up. Sure, I had to put in a few months of time, but as soon as I grew weak with morning sickness (the only time I was thanfkful for morning sickness), I was off the hook. And then I was too big. And then I had a baby. And I was happy not going.
Now, I have no excuse. Just a mother who survived breast cancer. Though morning sickness did get me out of it last time . . . . No, that won’t work.
But still . . . .