I'm courageous damn it! After all, I've two bracelets that state I'm, I have people tell me I'm all the timeI have children who think me to be courageous, but the afternoon I had to climb onto the shuttle bus I was not so convinced that was the situation. But, I climbed to the resort shuttle bus which was going to take my infant sister and sister into Tijuana into the clinic anyhow.I'd my brave face on for her, but inside I was crying"It is Tijuana for God sake get the hell off this shuttle even though it's possible to!!! I could not tell if my sister had been crying the exact same thing in her head, but I had been too scared to ask. So I took my chair, held my sister's hands and held back my tears. Something in my head said,"you're the person who wanted an experience, so here you go, a Tijuanan experience!" I clearly recall saying"screw you" to those had been occupying my mind.
As we rode into the boundary, I recognized my sister is in fact the courageous one here, not me personally. She's calm, matter of fact and, well, courageous.I told me to wear my big girl pants and be courageous too, you're the big sister for crying out loud.
The practice was not exactly what I had been expecting.The shuttle driver stopped in front of a huge metal gate, that really much stated"Stay Out" and honked the horn. Just a tiny guy came out of a tiny shack and unlocked the gate and allow this van filled with individuals in varying phases of illness into a massive round courtyard. The very first thing that you see is the large white building with both story wood entrance door and a bird cage which has been the size of my toilet in the home. This "bird cage" was home to 70 parakeets.I understood there were 70 parakeets because"cage" since the guy who had been in charge of having all of the folks their hospital gowns, was also the caretaker of the parakeets.As you waited patiently for the consequences of your blood work, you can sit with this balcony and explore the city of Tijuana. The atmosphere was amazingly clean, and the sunlight was hot and as we stumbled on this balcony with the small breeze blowing off, I knew that my baby sister was likely to be OK. The physicians at this practice had invited her to proceed with all the double mastectomy along with their tonic and nutritional supplements, which made me feel like we were at for a mathematics adventure and also my sister's opinion of"throwing everything I could at it" made sense in the instant.
In the long run, Mexico has been an intriguing experience. We laughed, we walked miles (nicely 4.5, but why be so specialized ) round the zoo and watched the dinosaurs playing, we'd lively debates about conventional medication versus holistic medication and we laughed a little more. We had been nosey and ventured in to portions of the practice which we most certainly weren't permitted. In a different life the practice functioned as a drug lord's mansion and how can we NOT snoop around and we're our mum's daughters who were educated to always snoop about when you can. But most importantly people, in those glowing hours awaiting blood function, agreed to honor one another's opinions.
By means of this short journey of owning a sister with breast cancer, I've learned several things. To begin with, it is her travel, and she's a right to journey it any way she sees fit. It isn't my place to guide her travel, but to be supportive of her travel and although it's remarkably simple for me to sort that, it's not really simple to practice. I found myself on several events wanting to guide her straight beyond that bird cage, outside the gate and off from Tijuana, but I had to fix myself. Second, I really like my baby sister over anything and these couple of days we had interesting, there were not any tears, there was good food, there was the zoo, and most importantly there were still lots of laughs. I can not forecast the future, (although I had fantasies on this excursion I was going to college to find out ) this experience will have lasting effects on me, and they'll be of the fantastic kind. It was a period two sisters had the undivided attention, love and support of one another.
We'd just heard we had been on various shuttles and needed to say goodbye. I hugged my baby sister with I had like to send some type of big sister defense telepathically and as I walked into my shuttle busI wiped a single tear in my eyes. I believed that very possibly my infant sister would be braver than I and eventually I could finish a post without stripping my computer clean out of the tears.