Last week, I was thrown into a new type of grief. My sister lost her battle with cancer and passed away. Her funeral was Wednesday, and it has been such a roller coster of emotions
She was one of the only ones which knew I was going to Chicago to have the TAC placed by Dr. Haney. After I explained to her what the TAC was, she summed it up by stating "its like a basket". I didnt really get it but she did, so from that day on she would ask when I was going to put an egg in the basket.
Right before we found out her cancer was terminal, I told her I had an egg in the basket! She was so excited for me.
On days that I would go see about her, she made it a point of getting up and rubbing my stomach and telling her new nephrew/niece hello. As sick as she was, it was like, in that moment all her aches and pains would go away and she had just enough strength to tell the baby hello.
In January, right before she went into the hospital, we found out the baby is a girl. So as I entered her bedroom she asked "how is Ethan".....I let her know we would need to change the name because Ethan was not a suitable name for girl. She smiled and then laughed, saying "wow another girl".
I was placed on bedrest because of contractions when she was placed in the hospital....It was the last time I would see her.
So in memory of my sister I decided to give Haley my sister's name to be used as her middle.....