Rumor has it that I suck at keeping secrets. The thing is, I can keep secrets, I just can’t prove that I can keep secrets because that would involve divulging secrets!
To wit: I secretly planned a trip to visit my mom after her double mastectomy. When I showed up at her house last Wednesday night, I nearly gave her a heart attack, she was so shocked!
(Note: maybe next time, not quite such a surprise for a woman who’d just had a double mastectomy?)
I felt nervous about Cousin It — she’s still nursing (of course) and she’s still pretty attached. But! Oliver Stone helped. You see, when Oliver struck, I was away from Cousin It for 24 hours in the hospital and I was in so much pain I just didn’t give a shit that I was away from her. So I really wasn’t too worried.
Meanwhile, my mom and I had so much fun! I took her out of the house for the first time since her surgery (other than doc appointments), I helped her take baths (she has drains), and we went to the beach (my mom NEVER goes to the beach)!
Also, we met Helio Castroneves
I totally played the, “Hey, my mom has breast cancer, would you mind taking a picture?” card, but I don’t think I needed to — he was so obliging and nice!
My mom also made the ultimate sacrifice: She took me bra shopping. 10 days after she had a double mastectomy. She tried to give me her old bras, but they were too big. So I’m the proud owner of two new bras.
And she gave My Chemical Romance a really generous gift card as a THANK YOU for taking time off work to stay home with the kids. He was all, “Psht, it’s my job!” but I know he really appreciated it.
Also, I cooked like a mad woman while I was there. It was nice to cook for people who appreciate my mad culinary skillz. (No, I didn’t miss my kids at all in that respect!)
It’s been four years since I took a “vacation” on my own without kids, and I’m not sure I’ll get another chance again for four or five years, but visiting my mom will sustain me with great memories of fun! And sleep! And swimming with Ducky!