3.08.2013

The things we don't say.

I don't talk a lot about my family outside of Chris here in blogland. Some people don't talk about religion, others politics but for me...it's family. Which is kind of funny if you think about it. I'm sure you know plenty about me and Chris if you've been here a while but you probably wouldn't know much about my parents, sister or the rest of the fam. 

It's hard for me to share things about them. Not because we have terrible relationships or bad blood. Opposite of that in fact. We have our issues but nothing nearly as bad as some people deal with. Emotions just really aren't things I'm good at when it comes to them. I feel them but I don't talk about them here or much of anywhere really except with my family. And that's just how I've always been. My family is sacred in a way and can't be shared with just anyone. 

Not that I consider my readers just anyone. Some of you are but a lot of you are definitely more then that.  It boils down to me not liking people (including my family) to see me when I'm sad about my family. I don't like to talk about when they worry me. I especially don't like to admit when they go through things that scare me. It isn't to be brave or anything like that. It's just who I am I suppose.

 I'm better as a constant then a variable if that makes sense.

Anyways, I guess today is one of those rare days where I become a little more open on the matter. My Dad is have an abdominal aortic aneurysm repaired today. The technology of it is so amazing you wouldn't believe how far it's come. 2 to 3 hours is all it takes. Full recover is about a month. My Dad is older though but I'm hoping that doesn't matter too much. It's literally as simple as running some wires through a vein, setting up a stent around the aneurysm and letting it relieve the blood flow from the aneurysm to where it should be going. 

It's fantastical how a knee replacement can take so much longer to heal then the repair of a time bomb. An interesting world we live in. 

So that's where I am today. Our parents are suppose to be invincible, ya know? The days they aren't leave me a little more vulnerable and a little more variable. Luckily I have plenty to keep me busy at my two jobs today so I won't be obsessing and what if-ing. 

At least not on the outside



6 comments:

  1. Thinking of you and your family! Hope the surgery goes smoothly and he has a quick recovery.

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  2. Parents ARE supposed to be invincible. That's what makes it so hard when we find out that they aren't. I pray that everything goes well and that his recovery is speedy quick =)
    It's good you have a full day to keep you busy!

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  3. I hope your dad makes a full recovery. I'll be thinking of you.
    I don't blog about my family much either, but I like the way you put it. Family is sacred.

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  4. I hope your Dad has a quick recovery! I talk about my family in a very limited capacity.

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  5. Just read this. Hugs. I agree with that feeling that nothing is supposed to be able to touch our parents. They're just always supposed to be there and be okay, and it's really scary if they're not. Thinking of you.

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  6. I hope your dad makes a quick recovery! And, yes, parents should be invincible. I wish they were too.

    Dana

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