Each night my sis crosses the threshold to the front porch, armed with her long lean bamboo pole she braves the frogs. They are everywhere and appear immovable, nothing she does fazes them, nothing. Guess they have no fear. Frogs are not my favorite, not at night, not so many of them and certainly not lime green ones. The small lime jumpers keep her company when she steps onto the porch. She is confined to the house with pain and cancer— it is perplexing how we are able to entertain ourselves with whatever is available. She is amused by her green friends, I am just happy she can even make it to the porch.
Her daughter just got engaged so on Saturday a group of us accompanied her to try on wedding dresses…just like “Say Yes to the Dress”, it was kinda crazy bonding. To get my sister anywhere other than the hospital bed or scooting around the house with her walker is close to impossible. She can’t sit at all or stand for very long and car rides are deeply painful for her. She looked pretty in her brightly colored dress, I washed her hair in the sink 5 minutes before we left. She refused earrings or jewelry telling me she has not worn any since her diagnosis, guess it is like a book marker for her – reminding her of the last real life page she was on. We made it out the door just in time.
The bridal shop put us in the front right in the way of every person having to get anywhere in that place. My sister braved it all, standing with her 60 pound lighter body, leaning over her walker, trying to smile…as her youngest girl spun on that carpeted circle in dress after dress. Hours later, exhaustion covering her and starving, she shocked me and wanted to eat out. Mom, me, sis, and her 2 girls gobbled BBQ sandwiches way tooo fast. Then the long ride home. I told her I was so proud of her-she smiled and fell asleep in mom’s lap. Sweet life.
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