It has been just one day that I've been on my own with Gram, and now, at the end of this first day, I have to swallow the bitter pill of defeat. I cannot do what Shari has been doing all these years. Even with several years of training under my belt, I cannot do the most important task: I cannot lift Gram. I have pulled the muscles in my back, my arms refuse to work, and my knees have almost failed me twice - both times, nearly causing me to drop my precious cargo. I feel like a complete and utter failure, and I have no idea how to tell Shari.
Shari came through her surgery just fine. But the doctor wasn't able to remove all of the tumor; she has to have at least one more surgery; the tumor is big enough that they have to use a different kind of anesthetic to keep her under for a longer period of time. She doesn't know about having to have more surgery, yet. She also doesn't know that her doctor is 99% certain the tumor is malignant. He's waiting for the test results to confirm (or deny) what he suspects, but when he first booked her after seeing the results of the MRI last month, he told her then that he was pretty certain it was cancerous. Finding out about the surgery is going to be hard enough on her; finding out that her best friend, who was supposed to be there to take care of Gram so that she could have the surgery without worrying, can't live up to her promise is going to devastate her. She'll never trust me again, and that devastates me.
I wanted so much to be able to help Shari, who has never abandoned me no matter what happened, and no matter how many years passed where we were out of touch. Shari, who has always supported and encouraged me no matter what crazy schemes I planned or acted on. Shari, who has a heart of gold and one of the most beautiful, caring spirits I've ever seen. Shari, who never asked for anything from anyone, but has always reached out to be there for everyone else...
I'm sitting here typing this, and all I can do is cry - not tears of self-pity, but tears of remorse, regret, and loss. Because, it may very well be that if I can't get the help I need while I'm here, Shari may find herself struggling not only with post-surgical pain, but also, with the pain of finding out that Gram has been moved into a "home." Gram would hate that so much, and Shari would hate it even more - and she will never forgive me...
It's only been one day that I've been on my own with Gram, and already, I have failed. Already, I have let my sister-friend down...