Today, I experienced a heartache unlike any other. I said goodbye to my sister for what may be the last time ever. My therapist tells me that we never know if it will be our last time seeing someone, but in this case, it’s different.
My sister has surgery on Wednesday. It’s the kind of surgery that is dangerous – life threatening for someone like her. Actually, the odds of her dying are greater than the odds of her living. However, if the doctors don’t operate, she will die a slow and painful death.
I have spent the last 6 weekends with her. I have laid in the hospital bed with her. I have laughed with her, cried with her, and reminisced with her. I have held her hand for hours. I have loved her.
Leaving her tonight was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I don’t…
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