This glittery glass Baby Jesus candle is sure to warm up your holiday display. I believe this is from the late 70's. Partially burned. This is for the nativity candle pictured. The Santa candle has already been sold. Fisher Price Vintage Parking Garage with new lithos on roof areas. All working parts work fine. Gas nozzle is intact.
But I never knew it. She made me feel like I was her partner and her friend while at the same time mothering and guiding me along the path of life by giving me advice and lessons taken from her own life experiences. One of the greatest gifts my mother ever gave me and still gives me to this day is the gift of listening.
From the bad grade I made on my spelling test…to not having told her about the kiss I shared with the little boy in the coat closet in kindergarten…. I would cry and confess my horrible sins. And immediately…I would be calm.
After that night…that particular worry never reappeared. It never occurred to me until later in life that she never seemed to mind that I was waking her up out of a dead sleep to bother her with silly problems when she had to get up and go to work in the morning.
I could count on her for everything. I mean, Mom had had a lump removed when she was 20 years old, and again when she was Both benign. Then came the phone call that I will remember for the rest of my life, but I wish I could wipe out of my memory forever. She told me that the results came back and that she had cancer.
My mother…my best friend…the person I counted on more than anyone else in the world had cancer. It was simple at the time for me to go into denial mode.
She lived 7 hours away from me. I did massive amounts of research online about breast cancer. Bought books. But I did all of these things in a detached manner. All my life, she had been there for me. And I was jealous.
What an insane emotion to have at a time like this!! My stepfather at the time was there with her through it all…and I was miles away, listening to her tell me all about what she was going through…over the phone. By the time I finally made it up to North Carolina to see her after her first diagnosis, my mother was completely bald.
The last time I had seen her, she was healthy, full of life with a full head of hair. Now, she was pale, bald and looked aged by 10 years. The chemo had damaged my mother and my first glimpse of her hit me like a sucker punch to the gut. But the pain of that punch was overridden by the fact that she was there…in front of me…in real life. Horrible nightmares in which my beautiful mother died.
She would die in many different ways, not just from the cancer. Rarely from the cancer. And I would always wake up crying hysterically. Occasionally the nightmares would switch and it would be G…or someone else really close to me. No matter who it was, it was horrendous. I had spent too much of my life waking her up with my worries. She had enough to worry about now.
Fast forward a few years. She had less than a year of being cancer free, her hair growing back nicely, when BOOM…it was back again and this time, it had metastasized to her skull and her spine. More radiation, more chemo…Stage 4 cancer. This time…it became a little more real for me.
By now, Mom was living in Jackson, MS…closer to me than she was before. There was no way I was accepting that. There was NO WAY that I could bring myself to accept that my best friend, my mom…would no longer be on this planet for me to call on the phone and tell her about my day…every single day. But in my sleep…the nightmares let the awful feelings that I had buried come flooding through. I was still sort of angry at the time with my stepfather, though it was completely unjustified.
He was the one who was taking care of my mom. It should have been me. So I came to see her as little as possible. How horrible that sounds now! But then something amazing happened. Prayers were answered. The radiation shrunk the tumors on her spine and skull virtually making them disappear! The docs started her on a relatively new regimen called Herceptin and it began working wonders. She started having to go and get her treatment once a week. But hey…I thought…Once a week of a 3 hour session of IV meds…or not being on this Earth to talk to me.
It was around this time that I moved to Jackson. I lived with Mom for about 2 years…went with her to most of her treatments and scans. Learned more about what she was going through. That I had been so scared and selfish to not be able to face what she was facing on such a higher level.
We made up for lost time, and lost years. God actually put a roadblock in MY way that allowed me to move in with my mother. That allowed me to slow down…to stop and take inventory of my life and my life with my mom. We became closer than ever. Life in Jackson became pretty great! We spent great time together and as more time went by, the less we worried about those dreaded words….
Stage 4. Last summer, the next lump in the night hit us. It was back…in her breast. This time…she just cut them both off. The night before her surgery, I curled up in bed with her and laid on her chest where I used to lay as a child.
When she came out of surgery, the doctor whipped the sheet off of her without any warning and there was that punch in the gut again. What used to be round soft breasts were replaced with a harsh red somewhat jagged red line. Her chest was flat…there was nothing left.
Eventually the scar healed incredibly well as did her muscles. The doctor did an amazing job and she was out in the yard planting flowers within the week. It took me a while before I could get used to seeing her take off her shirt and see that line. She handled it very well…just like she handles everything so well.
But soon…something would happen that would take both of our strength to hold each other up. A few months later, my mother and I left Jackson…alone. A few months after that…my mother went through a divorce. A few months after that………. She will most likely have to have more radiation. I found the lump about 3 weeks ago in my left breast.
I found it doing my twice monthly self breast exam. Twice monthly. I am what you would call…a little overzealous about it. So…I found the lump…and at first I tried to convince myself that it was just silly…I was imagining things. Queen of Denial baby!! But of course, the second I told Mom…off to the breast surgeon I was whisked.
After an ultrasound and some fun boobie poking and prodding, it was decided that I needed a mammogram, which I am headed to in about oh…. And then it was decided that regardless of what happens…the lump will probably come out. She is still my very best friend. And I will always love her for that. And when it gets really intense…I plug my ears…but I keep my eyes open. Oh good grief…I actually began to watch the first season of 24 with my parents when I lived in Jackson with them.
Let me give you a few examples. Deal or No Deal — This show makes me want to scream and pull my hair out with panic and anxiety. The anticipation of what that next suitcase is going to hold just about puts me over the edge.
When the contestant painstakingly picks a number, I have to peek through my fingers while the suitcase is opened. In fact…it makes me want to punch their pretty little faces. Then there are the people who sing like shit…get blasted by Simon and the other judges and proceed to cry, stare blankly at them for what seems like an eternity, or my ultimate favorite begin to cuss them out and show their asses on national television.
There are SO many others. Okay…just shut up everyone. And girls…stop trying to meet men on national television. You all end up looking like skanky backstabbing bitches anyway. And last but not least…. I mean seriously…I love this show. And that would give me a panic attack. Forget about horror movies in a movie theater. I have to wear a hooded sweatshirt so that I can pull it over my head. Ask anyone who has ever gone with me. Any scary movie on TV…mute button.
And maybe my pissed-offed-ness is misplaced. The other night, G and I had a cookout at our house. Which included parents…and kids. All the kids were mostly polite…a little wild, but polite. I could have rung her little precious neck.
She was around 10 I suppose. You damn well better do or not do it. Well, not this little spawn of satan. She proceeded to pick up my kitten and hold her over a candle and almost set her furr on fire. And her parent NOR the person who was in charge of her were anywhere to be found.
I figured if I snatched her up by the head and stuck her in the corner with a dunce cap on for the rest of the night…then it was my perogative.
No thanks. My best friend has 3 kids and one on the way, and she has raised ALL her kids to be polite angels. Another couple who are new friends of ours have 3 kiddos and all 3 of them are also extremely polite.
And all that jazz. We drilled him with manners. I can promise you that. You need to give your kids a kick in the ass.
Right now. You may not be able to teach an old dog new tricks, but you CAN drill manners into your kids…at any age. Whatever works.
Best Friends Forever!! And some of us still do it today! Then, a week, or even a couple of days later, you were BFFs again!!
But as we progressed into middle school and high school, the quick BFF break ups and reunions were few and far between. But guess what? Even as adults…we still play games. We still drop people when they make us mad. We still hold grudges. We were acquaintances in school…but not BFFs. But we are today. About a year ago, we had a big blowout…a serious one that could have ended the BFF for good. So here we are again as BFFs…better than ever.
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