We all woke up this morning in the hospital. Gabby got sick again and complained her head hurt. The pharmacy screwed up the prescriptions so that put going home out even longer. When we did finally leave we needed to find a gas station.
Before Gabby was diagnosed I used to walk to the Sunoco down the street and get her a Gatorade and a candy bar. Today we pulled into a Sunoco for gas and she wanted to get out to get a drink and candy! She can’t walk by herself so Carolynn and I held her as she walked in. She grabbed three different things. We got them even knowing she most likely couldn’t chew or swallow them. The mass is on a part of the brain that effects swallowing. She pockets food and usually Carolynn or I have to pull it out of her mouth. As we walked her into the store, I realized this wasn’t over, this was how life now is for Gabby. She can’t just run into the store and grab what she wants. We hold her up as she tries to control her legs to go in the right direction.
When we pulled in our neighborhood, the first thing we saw were pink balloons everywhere. The neighbors tied balloons to each of the mailboxes on our way into our neighborhood. When we pulled into our driveway there were even more balloons, paintings in sidewalk chalk everywhere, a huge welcome home sign, and other signs on the door, garage door, and my truck. I teared up, Carolynn started crying before she even got out of the car. I slowly walked Gabby inside. The neighbors did such a great job making us all feel special coming home. We let everyone know Gabby wasn’t feeling well so we didn’t want a lot of people there to welcome us. They understood. We truly have amazing neighbors, I wish I would have told them that before this happened. I want to thank not only our neighbors but every single one of you who have sent gifts, donations, or prayed for us. We love you all very very much. We couldn’t have and will not be able to continue without the help of family, friends, and the Gabby’s Angels group! We consider you family! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
Posey and presents galore
I’m sure you have heard in prior posts that the first thing Gabby wanted to do when she got home was pet her dog. Today she got to pet her dog Posey! Gabby came in the house and saw a stack of presents sitting on the floor. She immediately sat down to open them. She opened a lot of gifts and then laid down with her dog. Her sisters helped her open the presents and were extremely gentle with her, helping her with anything she needed.
Our neighbor came up to cut her hair. We were told most of it would probably fall out this week. With it shorter hopefully it won’t be as traumatic for her. As I sat there and watched Gabby’s long hair being cut I had to leave and hide in my bedroom twice. When your baby gets her first haircut it’s a big deal, a proud moment. You scoop up a lock of hair and save it for memories. This wasn’t one of those times. I realize that what’s growing in her head is the enemy and hair loss isn’t something we should be worried about. It was just another reason to be angry. Why her, how is this possible. She has always had long hair. And next week she won’t and we will see something that makes this even more real.
Build a Bear.
Gabby has been watching more TV in the hospital over the last week. She has seen many Build a Bear commercials and really wanted a special bear when we left the hospital. We had talked about going some time after she got out of the hospital. I don’t know that we were prepared to go today. Still not sure if it was a good idea, but Gabby basically crawled towards the door and was going to Build a Bear with or without us. So we went. She pointed at things and we said” YES”. I think she has a free pass that makes the word NO impossible right now. We stopped for frozen yogurt and headed home for the second time today.
Isn’t home supposed to feel good?
So here I sit, Gabby is asleep across the room from me. Her sisters and Carolynn are outside at the neighbors. I’m looking at the Build a Bear stuff we got today. It’s just stuff. It doesn’t solve anything. I can feel the anger inside me building. The kids are laughing outside and Gabby can’t walk. They are getting ready to watch fireworks tomorrow and my daughter can’t handle eating anything other than mushy Mini wheat’s all day. I realize I said all this before, and I may sound like a broken record, but I thought going home would be different. I thought we would all feel good. Carolynn has cried throughout the day. I have just remained silent. I put a walker together and hated the site of it. Thought about kindergarten and whether she would be able to go now that she is wearing diapers again. Is she going to manage to go at all?
I saw a message from someone today, who thought everything was okay now. They thought she is fine. I got angry, did this person really not have a clue? I wish her being okay was the case, but the truth is this isn’t a broken bone, she wasn’t in a car crash, this is something that is going to go on for a long time. If I can’t manage, how can I expect her to. A pair of her glittery sandals have been sitting on our porch for well over two months now. I never moved them, don’t know why, When we went to the hospital on Memorial Day we stopped at McDonald’s. I haven’t taken the happy meal box and toy out of the car yet. I can’t explain it I just won’t take it out. I don’t want to change or move anything from when she was normal healthy Gabby. Her supporters come up and say they can’t possibly understand what we are going through. And they are right! I wouldn’t want them to, it’s horrible. Even our own family can’t truly understand what it means when a child that is made from part of you is given a diagnosis like this. I pray that none of you ever have to. And to all our friends that we have made in the last month whose children are suffering the same way Gabby is, I’m sorry you do understand and are going through the same thing.
I sit here, numb. I’m sure most people would say be happy with what you have. These are the people who most likely aren’t happy with what they have, They probably want a bigger house, faster car, and a better job. Don’t get me wrong, I was that way. Now I could care less about my house, car, or job. I just want Gabby outside playing with her sisters. I don’t want her sleeping on the couch in front of me with her eyes slightly open. I talked yesterday about the first time I brought our first daughter home. I said it was so quiet yet so loud. I can’t even describe the feeling now. The quiet is terrifying. But I can’t tell that to my daughters and neither can Carolynn. We have to keep acting like everything is okay. Even though tonight at ten oclock Gabby will get three different types of medication. Tomorrow at 6:00am another medication, and lets not forget the Chemo we give her at 6:30.
Acceptance is what I’m guessing people say should come next. Don’t see that being possible, just when I thought I was getting there I realized I don’t want to accept anything. I just want everything to be okay. So I’m angry, I’m numb, and tingling. I want to scream and throw things at the wall. I want a drink, I want to forget, I just want to be like all the other people out there not going through something like this. But more importantly this is about Gabby. I want her to be like all the other little 5 year old girls out there getting ready to watch fireworks in the next few days.
I wish I had a list of funny things to post, I don’t. Gabby is home and doesn’t have to go back to the hospital till Tuesday. Tomorrow is another day. Good, bad, or otherwise, we are going to be just as scared tomorrow as we were today.