This is the time of year when we have appointments galore. We’re through about a third of them, but found out yesterday that DD2 can skip next year for the heart doctor, who’s monitoring her heart murmur. She was thrilled. That’s an uncomfortable appointment for her – being hooked up to an EKG, then possibly an ultrasound. These things involve a very sensitive area for a growing teen. This time of year also brings her eye exam, which I somehow took an appointment on homeschool co-op day. That’ll be fun as her eyes stay dilated at least 24 hours. Her braces came off, she has dental cleaning coming up, and recently she had her well check. For all of these appointments and the time of year into which they fall, I’m thankful she’s homeschooled.
I’m thankful that we chose to continue home school for DD2 through high school. I still see her growing as a student, but we’ve had points of frustration as well. Growing pains are a big deal for her, as well as other womanly changes. I’ve seen things which would have had her sent home from school (because they’d interpret it as sickness or just plain disruption) but here simply took a half hour to an hour’s time, some listening, and sometimes some Tylenol. She’s becoming more responsible about homework, studying for tests and quizes (we’ve been working on test anxiety since home school began), and getting work finished within a reasonable length of time. She’s also become better about setting assignments aside when frustrated, then going back to them later in the day. I think it has helped that she’s often able to complete the assignment without further trouble, so she’s internalizing the positives of the process. Again, in public school they won’t let you move on to history class because biology has you frustrated. You’re at the mercy of the bell.
My youngest seems to be settling into middle school. He just got to attend a high charged birthday sleepover which ended in paintball. The birthday boy has a zipline in his back yard! When DS came home, he commented that he understood why he and his sisters didn’t go to very many sleepovers – lack of sleep. At least he can see it and honestly admit it. Many kids can bounce back from lack of sleep, but it hits our crew quite hard.
My sister is battling breast cancer for the second time, and I just found out that it has spread to her liver and possibly her bones. I already knew that there was a spot on her lung. Well, I told the kids (15, 14, 11) that their aunt would never be free of her cancer. You could almost see the thoughts as if they had been vocalized. My oldest has learned a bit about cancer in school. My dad died last year after a long battle with chronic leukemia. My middle made the comment, “So, she’ll have it until she dies?” I just made a small affirmation of that. The youngest just kept eating dinner. No connection made. I didn’t tell them anything more other than they need to be prepared to see her bald at Christmas. Honestly, I don’t know much more. I can guess a lot more, but don’t want to spring too much information too quickly.
I’m a little miffed with my mom. She called last Monday to tell me that my sister had been taken to the ER as her tumor had begun to hemmhorage. Mom was heading to my sister’s for her own peace of mind. I didn’t expect my sister to call – she was a bit tied up. But I haven’t heard from mom since that call. She never called to say how sis was doing, or if she’d been released from the hospital, or anything. I finally got a hold of my sister on Sunday. I had tried a few times on Saturday, wanting to give her a little time to get home from the hospital and not be too drained to be on the phone. She’s in good spirits as always. Her attitude is her best defense, and we generally get some good laughs in. I’m just in a bit of disbelief that Mom would keep me hanging like this. She told me she didn’t know how long she’d stay by my sister, so I don’t even know if she’s home yet. Yes, I should just get over myself and call Mom, but I’m truly not ready to. Some of you may be thinking, ‘cell phone’. Well, she keeps a track phone and only turns it on when expecting a call or making one. I don’t have the number, either. I guess I just need a little time before I call her.