Pru was scheduled to have her surgery this morning. I did not have positive thoughts about it over the weekend, but by yesterday I had settled into the possibility that they would be able to remove her tumor all the way and get "clean edges" and she'd be okay.
Then the surgeon called E. and said while prepping her for surgery he had noticed a bunch more tumors. E. and I had already agreed that if the cancer was really advanced we would not let her get very sick and suffer, we'd let Pru go, so we agreed to meet this afternoon to say our goodbyes. Weeping, weeping, weeping.
But then the surgeon talked us into putting her on steroids for a week to see if the tumors responded and to give us time to say goodbye. And this, too, seems reasonable, and so now she is home with us, nursing her wounds, and we will love on and appreciate her for this last week and maybe some time after that, but maybe not. And we'll let her go.
Then Addie's school called to say that Nolie could go to kindergarten there next year. Joy and hallelujah.
This weird life is full of odd blessings.