On contemplating the end

My grandmother is 79 years old and has terminal lung cancer. The tumor is inoperable. Over the weekend I flew to PR to go see her and have her meet Lola. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Seeing someone you love in pain and facing their own end makes you question your priorities. It makes you take measure. It makes you incredibly angry, sad and confused.

My favorite recent photo.

My grandmother and grandfather met when she was 16 and he 19. He spotted her in the school yard and they started talking and fell in love. Her family did not approve so he carried her off and they got married in secret. He told my mom many years ago: "Me lleve la negrita" or I stole the black girl. That my grandfather told me this story is precious as he is suffering from memory loss. We are not sure why since he has not been diagnosed with Alzheimer's but my Dad suspects it's because he's not able to deal with loss. Abuelo has lost many people in his life and now he faces the loss of his precious life partner. When I think about how they will be separated I just can't stop crying- I just CAN'T!!! I can deal with their going together. I can deal with him leaving first. I just can't deal with her going and he being alone. And I can't STAND that she's sad and in pain.

Alone at home.

My grandmother is a truly beautiful woman. She was beautiful when I visited her 4 years ago- her clear green eyes shining... her cafe-con-leche skin wrinkled in that very special way only people who take good care of themselves and live in sunny places can... Her hair always in curlers so she got the curl without the frizz... Her beauty radiates now through the hair loss, the oxygen mask and the sadness- oh the sadness in those eyes!
Excuse me I'm crying..

One photo was all I thought to get.

My grandmother did not smoke, she ate her fiber and fresh fruit right off the tree. She reduced fried foods to almost never years ago. She watched her weight and ran herself ragged taking care of her husband, her grown children, her grandchildren, her neighbors, her friends- EVERYBODY. But she didn't forget herself- she bought her face cream, strictly watched her salt and sugar intake, took her blood pressure meds and regularly visited the doctor. But she did not get a peaceful end- she has to struggle. Unfair! Unfair! It's so hugely unfair!
crying again...

Seeing her in a hospital room hooked up to an IV and looking sad because she can't get up to hug me or hold Lola just kills me. We are all praying for a miracle- that the chemo will work- that she will recover- that she will return to her true love of 62 years- that she will return to her sewing and scolding and gardening and gossiping and cooking and cleaning and loving all those around her.

Together 2007- Guelo y Guilla

Seeing my grandmother fold a napkin over and over because she needs to keep her hands busy is maddening. Hearing my aunt tell me they gave away her prize orchids because "No one can take care of them like she can" made me want to HURT somebody. But who am I to judge? My aunt has to see her Mom die slowly in pain and in sadness. She has to stay by her side as I get on a plane and return to New York. And one day it will be my turn. I will have to do the same for my Mom- another woman I practically worship and that scares me to the very very core.

That is the human state- endings. But also beginnings. Can you face endings in full? Can you celebrate the life already lived and not focus on the end? Can you move on and try to make things better for yourself and those you love? Yes Yes YES!
That is what my Abuelita wants. She wants me to be happy, to be successful, to be healthy and to be kind to myself.

Sight seeing at La Parguerra during our brief visit.

I couldn't take photos- I came back with 30 pictures because I just could not focus. I came back with regrets and guilt and fear- for Lola, for Dave, for Mom, for Dad, for my brothers and sisters- for me. I faced the prospect of a prolonged and painful death and now I have to focus on a life with no promises- a life I have to make happy NOW because tomorrow is an idea and may never come.

Hug your loved ones- do those dishes later!
M.

Make some sun

I got to see my first ice storm today- everything is coated in an inch of glass- it's beautiful! And hideous.
This is another project to chase the clouds and the 5 state large storm away:

Be You
Materials: American Crafts cloud paper, Sassafras Lass Entwined Blooms- Turkish 
Turquoise Bloom,  Jillibean Soup corrugated alphas- green, Mister Huey- sunshine, 
Bee cut out from Nikki Sivils paper, Green bird from  
One Bright Shiny Rainbow Collage Altered Art Kit- Paper Issues on Etsy, 
Wood block Faux Kiss on Etsy, Elmer's glitter glue- yellow,  
K and Co ephemera die cuts- bird.

Valentine's Day is a week and a half away- what are YOU doing for your nearest and dearest? Mine is getting some.... Sushi.  Aaahahahahahaha! Made you look!
Sorry.
Paper Issues is hosting a wonderful Valentine's theme challenge- all paper projects welcome! The piece above gives you a hint on the next challenge- cogitate on THAT then go on and get BUSY!

Abuela Gille. We are coming to see you.
Please get well soon.

MuChOs SmOoChEs!
M.

Teething, Flu shots and separation anxiety- OH MY!

Impatience runs deep within my family- why wait when you can get it all done NOW so you can get back to reading "Emma"?? (For the 5th time!) Knowing Lola had that particular string of letters within her genetic code I should not have been surprised to see not 1, not 2, but FOUR new teeth. Add three "12 month" vaccinations, her rising separation anxiety and you've got THE PERFECT STORM. 

I've heard Moms talk about it but being an ignorant firsty, I always thought they were exaggerating. Silly human!!! My normally quiet, smiley and self soothing tot is now a nexus of dissatisfaction and seething rage I didn't think I was going to experience till AT LEAST year 12. Put her down- CRY, Pick her up- CRY. Bottle? CRY. Raisins? CRY. Beans and avocado (her fave)- CRY!!!!! CRY CRY CRYYYYYYYY!! What kind of of Momma am I? DO SOMETHING!!!! Sing! Dance! Cry along? Pass out in terror? 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

It's been hard but I don't have 4 teeth cutting my gums to ribbons so I don't get to complain. WOMAN UP chica!!!!

Then Grandma visits and thank goodness- SILENCE. Giggles, pitter patter- peace.

So this entry was SUPPOSED to be about my newly invented BEEF STEW but I've decided to give a huge HUGE shout out to my FABULOUS Moms instead. My Mom Teresa and my Mom Reyna. These women are awesome Abuelas. Patient, gentle, accepting, FIERCE defenders of Lola in ways I can only aspire to match. I watch in awe- women who don't smile at my cheesy antics LOVE my baby- love her wholly and unconditionally. It's such a blessing to see that and know that they looked at my husband and I that way too- once- before we cut school to hang with our boyfriends (me) or came home puking drunk with our high school buddies (him). So last week, (before THE EVIL happened) I made a page for each and I tried to include things I knew they would like- lace, flowers, and the colors pink and blue. Love you Mom. Love you Reyna!!!!

3 bellas Nietas. Para Reyna- una Grandma sin igual.

Just The 2 of Us. For my Mama whom I love and appreciate with all my might!!

Thank you- gracias!!

AAAAAAAAAND MUCHOS SMOOCHES!!!