Hospital, hospital, jiggity, jig...

It is 10:53 pm and my mom is standing on her tiptoes on the edge of something very big and scary. I can't watch a show or finish a conversation because my mind keeps drifting back to her. In about 9 or so hours, she will be starting her day at the hospital to begin receiving chemotherapy. I bet she isn't sleeping very well tonight. I bet my dad isn't either. I bet they held hands and kissed each other before they fell asleep. I am praying that they get some rest. Tomorrow they will arrive here from the hospital, stressed, emotional and drained. My mom will probably go straight to bed. I saved her a vegan coconut cupcake, just in case everything is, miraculously, a breeze tomorrow. I have been very torn between going with them to the hospital or staying home and making a spot for them. In case you didn't know, they will be staying at my house for most of her treatment. I can baby her here. I can baby him here. I can keep the germs out and the thermostat up. I can help her wrap her arm tightly so that she can take a shower. I know that a shower is like therapy for your soul, it's important to uptight gals like me and mom.
I am thinking about you mom. I am thinking about your amazing grace in all of this. I am thinking that people have a bit of confusion on their faces when they see you because you are always smiling and you look beautiful. I am so thankful that my birthday party could be just before all of this. I can't wait for your birthday party. I pray that your nurses will be really funny tomorrow. I pray that there are some Lucy reruns on a TV that you can hear perfectly. I pray that whatever they are serving for lunch is dyn-o-mite. The boys can't wait for their grandma-grandpa sleep over. We will dutifully retrieve your furry little man. And I will take a quick cruise around your house and check for comfies. Just wait until you see this place! It's gonna be like a Hilton in here. And even though it would be so funny, I won't post that picture of you sleeping in the recliner next to Christian just to illustrate what you look like really worn out- it would be so funny though. Tell dad, go back for thirdsies at the cafeteria and that when he gets here, the cribbage is on. And as for you young lady, I've got all kinds of treats and a foot rub waitin' for you.
The rest of you- pray, pray, pray.
ps- isn't, comfies, dyn-o-mite did not pass spell check; Thirdsies (?) totally Kosher with the spell check. Hmm.....