Although I’ve cried some buckets since my cancer surgery in July (that story to come!), I never shed a tear before I went into the hospital.
In fact, my eyes only welled up with tears once. The morning after I received the diagnosis, I flew to Baltimore to visit my mom on a trip that had been planned for a month.
I stood at baggage claim. I want to tell Mom.
But I knew I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to drag her through the worry of the surgery and the wait for the pathology report. She’d be too upset.
As soon as I walked into her apartment and the festivities began, I was fine. No way was I going to ruin the fun.
Apron strings. This experience taught me just how strong they are.
I did some digging around, and the expression is usually a negative one.
But not in this case. For me, the airport tears were just a lesson in love.
What about you?
Do you/did you share upsetting news with your mom?
The Fruit Apron: My mom began collecting old things many years ago. The hand-stitched apron above hangs on a quilt rack in my guest room.
After the surgery, I did tell Mom. “I want to tell you a story,” I said, “and it’s got a happy ending.” She took it fairly well, all in all.