Living away from family is not easy. I had been living in TX and then TN for the last 3 years. I moved to TN from TX in hopes that my family, in FL, would come up soon. However, plans are meant to change. One year and a half later, I had been missing my family and thinking about moving back to FL. The night I got THE CALL made my decision for me. My mom called me. She sounded off. "Carrie I'm sick and we are not sure right now what it is but it's in my lungs." I couldn't talk because I was holding back my tears, trying to be strong. This was my mom, holding in the emotions I was feeling was not an option. In between the sobs, I said "I'm coming home." That was it, I planned a trip home, spoke to work. Two weeks at home going through tests and Doctors went by like a whirlwind. One doctor told us it was lung cancer... That night I wrote my notice to my work. Shortly after my dad and I were on our way to TN for my stuff. Most of the people at my work understood, some spread stupid rumors and lies. None of this mattered to me. All I could think about was that my mom was sick and I don't want to miss another minute with her. Homeward bound we were. Home to begin the hardest fight of our lives and the scariest journey. I couldn't stop wondering if she would be here for the birth of my future kids or to be my matron of honor in my future wedding. The night of my big move home, I was up all night crying, praying! I just could not lose my Mama! I just couldn't.
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