Part 1 – Munchie and her cousins
This past weekend, Munchie and I took a 4-day vacation to
Ottawa to visit my brother and sister-in-law, and their two little boys – G is
3 and S is 8 weeks. It was great!
Munchie was smitten with the new baby – she loved feeding
him and holding him and trying to make him smile.
She was equally smitten with G. Right up until the last
couple of hours. At that point she was officially tired of being the ‘big cousin’
and the ‘good example’. I couldn’t blame her really – 3-year olds don’t really
like to share and that becomes tiring for 7-year olds.
All things considered, she did a really fabulous job being
the one who got the least attention and was a super little travel companion for
me. We had a really fun time.
Part 2 – My Rockstar Cousin
It was not a good weekend for my 12-year old
sarcoma-fighting cousin. She is in Vancouver prepping for tomorrow’s big surgery.
Last Thursday she learned that she will be losing the full left side of her
pelvis. This is half a pelvis:
I can’t get my head around it. How do you take out half a pelvis and still have a leg? The plan is for the head of the femur (the ‘ball’ in the hip’s ‘ball and socket’ joint) to just sit in muscle. How do you walk? How are your internal organs protected without a pelvis? How do you sit? How do you gestate a baby? (You don’t.) The texts were flying in from her fast and furious on Thursday. She was So. Fucking. Scared. And what can one say? “Oh that doesn’t sound too bad.”? No. It does sound bad. It sounds insane.
The day after she heard the news, she was able to meet another
girl who has had this same surgery. She is a beautiful 17-year old who my cousin says
is “doing very well”. I don’t know what that means (I’m sure she’s not running
marathons), but it’s positive and that’s good and so very helpful to my cousin.
Anyway – any healing thoughts you can send up to my cousin
tomorrow would be greatly appreciated as always.
Part 3 – My Cousin the Stranger
A thousand miles away I have a cousin who is a year old than
me. I haven’t seen her since I was maybe 6 years old. For a while in elementary
school we were pen-pals (back in the day when little girls had pen-pals.) Her
dad would visit occasionally when his work brought him here, and once he
retired he would drive back every couple of years to golf with his brothers;
but never saw her. Then Facebook was born and we became ‘friends’. We would
comment on each other’s photos and send messages back and forth every now and
then. And then she decided that this year she is going to join her dad on his
road trip and spend a week. Here. With us. In our house. For a week.
It’s lovely that she wants to spend her summer vacation time
getting to know us. But a week is a very long time. With a stranger. In your house. For a week.

