I wish I had wings. Think of all the traffic you could avoid. The places you could get to in a hurry.
I wish I could cure cancer. What a hero I would be. Think of the families that would never know the sting of a long, drawn out death by cancer.
I wish I could deal with difficult people in a way that was more bark and less bite. Would I make more friends? Or would I simply not regret the harshness of my words.
I wish I wasn't so darn emotional. Sigh.
My Omi is dying. They discovered ovarian cancer earlier this week. I'm not a fool. I think she's been sick with it for a long time, but no one thought to check. She's eightish, a diabetic, with some other issues. The doctor wants to talk about treatments...
Yeah, that's what I thought too.
Leaver her alone!
If I could fly, I would already be down where she lives so she wouldn't be alone. As it is, it'll be a week before I can leave.
If I could cure cancer, I'd give her whatever time being cancer free would give her.
If I can control my bite, I'll only bark a little when the manager of the assisted living, the social worker, the doctor, and anyone else within biting distance won't have any teeth marks.
She's my grandmother. Mine! I have every right to want her moved up near my home. I have every right to support whatever decision she makes. She's not the only stubborn German in this family.
And I have every right to hear the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Don't sugar coat it. I can handle it.
I'll cry. That I promise, but I'll also listen and help Omi make good choices.
Mostly, I wish I didn't have to deal with any of this.