The following post is told by Joli the Fabulous, who really should have been in bed an hour ago, but who knew the way to stay up later was to dictate a guest blog post to Mama. So, here you go. Guest Blogger: Joli the Fabulous.
Hi. My name is Joli. I am fabulous. I have been on the blog a lot of times. I am seven years old.
My mom is having surgery in 1 day. I am worried. But, I’ll just think of something happy like getting to visit her when she wakes up. She’s going to the hospital just like when I had cancer. I have one eye. I can see out of my left eye. But I can’t see out of my right.
My mom, she had to sleep on the couch when I had chemotherapy. They had to put tubes in my chest. It did not hurt but I know my mom was worried. Oh, and my Dad was worried about me, too. Kind of like I’m worried about my mom.
Oh, one thing. I was bald like my Dad, but he does not like when I say that. Oh, well.
Well, I’m nervous about my mom because I think she might feel hurt when she is done with her operation. My aunts have been through it. Grace and Mary. I called them Tita Grace and Tita Mary. “Tita” means “Aunt” in tagalog. Do you know what tagalog is? Tagalog is a language in the Philippines.
I remember when my aunts had their operations. My first aunt, Mary, had cancer. Then, my second aunt had to have her boobies off. She had a tube inside of her body that took out blood and stuff so that it can heal. She told me that I could not squeeze the tubes or it would burn and hurt her inside. When you push the tubes, the blood and stuff can go back into her body and that would hurt. I have to make sure my little brother and little sister do not squeeze on my Mom’s tubes!
Let’s just cross our fingers that they don’t squeeze my Mom’s tubes! I think my brother and sister will have a tough time following directions because my sister LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVES “Flat Tummy!!!!” It’s my mom’s tummy.
I am also nervous about my brother. I’ll need help taking care of him, but the exciting news is that my Grammy and Pops are coming to help us out (ooh, ooh, oooh!! dance dance dance!).
When I see my mom, I won’t be able to hug her. So, I’ll just have to kiss her like this “xoxoxoxoxoxoxox.”
My dad will miss her, too, because they are married. My dad is going to miss her because he’ll have no one to snuggle at night (but, I’m going to sneak into their fluffy bed and bring all of my stuffed animals. My Mom hates when I sleep with so many stuffed animals! Ha ha ha!).
Well, that’s it folks.