My dad got the results of the MRI and so now we have answers! Yay! We wanted answers.
Side note: Apparently I get my crippling clautrophobia from my dad. He pretty much lost his shit while in the machine but obviously had to tough it out. I am so proud of him and impressed; I would have flipped the fuck out and crawled out if necessary.
Anyway, it appears that the source of his pain and limited function has to do with his original injury from 28 years ago. (Holy shit, how do I remember something that happened almost 30 years ago? Because I am old, apparently.) There appears to be a mass at the site, and there’s some fluid and pressure on a nerve, hence the intense pain and now semi-paralysis.
My dad kept stressing that it’s good news because it’s not an injury, there’s no tumor or scary life-threatening situation, he has access to a specialist, etc. But the bad news is that this is likely not something that can be managed with some physical therapy and time. Although he has yet to speak directly with the specialist his doctor recommended, the word “surgery” has been tossed around quite a bit. It sounded to me that this diagnosis was actually more serious than what we originally thought. My dad more or less confirmed that.
“But don’t worry. This is not going to affect your wedding,” he assured me.
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I spent much of the day running errands and had my hair and makeup trial run for the wedding. Distracted, I made a wrong turn and showed up a few minutes late; I secretly hoped my mom would be running late too so I wouldn’t be The Bad One. No such luck.
I remembered all the things including photos of hairstyles I liked. But I forgot to bring a picture of my dress, and misunderstood and failed to bring something else. She wanted me to bring some magazine with a photo of a hairstyle my mom swore she liked, but I thought I had brought something just like it, but apparently it wasn’t right and gaaaahhh NO ONE IS DYING BECAUSE OF THIS WHY DOES IT MATTER? Her disappointment and annoyance was obvious. I wasn’t being The Responsible Daughter she deserves and was ruining this lovely wedding-planning moment with my negligence.
I tried to make up for it by agreeing with my mom that the makeup looked great, even though it looked like I had two black eyes.
So I was physically with one parent while my mind was elsewhere. Not exactly the model of being in the moment fully. Present. And when my mind tries to reconcile how I can be present for both in every way I can’t find a reasonable, logical solution given so many other factors. Add Ed and the life we are trying to build into the mix and I have all my luggage packed for a big fat guilt trip.
It’s a shame hurting and disappointing people is a bad thing. I am so very good at it.