I'm Leaving Dan

After 12 years of marriage, I am leaving Dan. We talked about it. He doesn't have a problem with it. It's a good thing too, because I have another guy lined up. Where Dan is older than I am - more than 5 years, less than 10 years - my new guy is younger. I have heard that younger guys have a lot of energy. This guy sure does. He loves the outdoors, and jumping on the couch. Oh, yeah, and he is 32 years younger than me. Did I mention that he is my nephew?

Since you now know I am leaving Dan, I just want to tell you it is all my mom's fault. Yes, I say this the DAY after MOTHER'S DAY! It's all your fault, Mom! But it is for the greater good of things. Many of you long term readers know that my parents are raising my nephew, because my sister died of non-smoking related lung cancer in October of 2005. Now you new readers know too. You can visit my other blog for the full story. After my sister died, my mom retired to do the mom thing all over again with her grandson. Except *I* think she does it more like a grandma, which she is. Because *I* don't remember her being the way she is with him, being that way with us. But it is all well and good, because Calem has lots of people invested in his interests, and my parents are awesome caregivers. I turned out alright. Haven't served any prison time or anything. My brother turned out pretty good too, but don't tell him I said that. It will totally ruin the "I'm the big sister so I am the boss of you" image.

Anyway, as I was saying, my mom is the reason that I am leaving Dan. She went to the doctor, and they found a black spot on her lung. So, they thought lung cancer. Then they found out that she only has an aortic aneurysm. Whew! Now, we aren't going to talk about such things as the aortic aneurysm horror stories or anything like that. We know it is serious! Don't make me ban you from this blog! So, my mom found out that she had all these surgery options. Then the doctors told her the bad news. Her aorta was put on backwards when she was born. Or developed. Whatever. Which isn't a big deal, but now she only has one surgery option. And no matter what, it means a long recovery. (No surgery is not an option. That is the worst solution!)

So, on June 1st, I will be flying out to California. Over the weekend, Calem will have a little birthday party, because he will be 2 on June 5th. My mom has the surgery on June 4th. I will be taking care of Calem, and my dad will be worrying and doing the nursey stuff nurses do. Michael will be there for the surgery, I am sure, but he has his work stuff too. The surgery should take 4 hours. Especially if all goes according to plan. And my mom assures me this is all routine, but that doesn't make me worry less. There is always a risk. I have been worrying for about a month now! Then again, I survived my heart surgery, Mother's Day 1974. Still, I keep looking for gray hair for all the worry my family is causing me. I even told my mom when she first told me about her heart back in the beginning of April, that if she sees Laurianne she better let my sister know she is only there for a visit! Calem still needs his Oma.

I will be out there for a few weeks. My mom's recovery will be a few months. Calem will have a nanny for the rest of the recovery time. But I have to be sure everything is OK with my mom, and when I am comfortable, then Dan gets me back. I'm am sure he will be counting the days, because he plans to talk to me on the web cam every night. Man, I can't get rid of that guy!

And yeah, I did attempt some humorous overtures in this post. It sure beats sitting in the corner with my arms around my knees, rocking from butt cheek to butt cheek while muttering my myself. I know this is serious business.

Special Note: Big apologies to Mr. Fab for canceling being guest host on his radio show not once, but TWICE because of this! Have you heard his show? It rocks!! Do you listen? Why aren't you listening? Don't say it's because it always on Sunday at 7 p.m. EST and you are busy at 7 p.m. EST. There are archives! Listen when the kids are asleep.