I had to head to UCLA today for a test that involved me eating an egg salad sandwich sprinkled with radiation.
It was disgusting.
But that wasn’t the most interesting part of my day. As it turns out, despite telling the kids 40 times I was *only* going to the doctor and would be back…they were afraid I would be hospitalized again and NOT come home.
Mom not coming home is scary. Mom not coming home makes small children cry. Mom not coming home means that right now, as I type this, two small bodies are stuck to me like glue.
I have to head back down to UCLA tomorrow for more tests and I am doing my best to reassure them I will be home after they are through…but I’m afraid what the doctors will find and if it will mean another hospital stay.
I’m not sure this house could take it.
I hope for all the best for you.
Wishing health to you my friend. No child should ever have to worry that their mommy is sick.
Thinking of you and sending you happy vibes. Give those kids a hug for me!
I’m sending love and hugs to you and kids. Prayers too.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Poor babies and poor mommy! I hope all this gets figured out and resolved faster than Tom Delay will get kicked off of Dancing With the Stars!
It’ll be okay! You’re a rock star.
You had me nasaus at egg salad sandwhich. I hope things go well for you, and hug those little babies and let them know mommy will be fine.
All those tests + egg salad too!
I’m sure those kids want to plaster themselves to you! I admire you blogging your way through this!
HUGS!
Have you had the test with the lead needles yet? I love how they tell you, “Oh it’s perfectly safe,” AS they put on lead gloves and lead jock straps to pick the lead needle out of the lead box. Real reassuring.
Was the radioactive egg salad in a lead sandwich baggie?
In all seriousness, the kids WILL be okay, I promise. Kids are tougher than we give them credit for. Mine were freaked out at first, but its amazing how quickly they adjust.
Hang in there. The tests and treatment may be hard, but being a healthy human being is so worth it.
Years ago (when I was a teen), I had horrible thyroid problems. Nasty, nasty ones. They were far easier to diagnose and treat than what you’re going through, but at the time I thought they would never end. Well, thanks to a radioactive cocktail, they did, and it’s so very nice to (mostly) have them in the rearview mirror, especially since I’m now a mom.
Big hugs to you, Erin!