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the creative musings of a girl who cant write

Imagine waking up in the morning and throwing some scraps of bread outside for the chickens. Four outdoor cats follow you around, ready for their food. A scorpion is hiding in the kitchen sink, and you blast him with hot water to send him down the drain.

Just a typical morning for my grandparents in rural Texas. I got to see this first-hand on Wednesday.

A week ago today I got a phone call from my grandfather that lead to me arranging for leave at work and buying the first ticket out of Cleveland. I’ve spent the past few days hanging out at MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston with my sister. Hopefully we’ll be able to move her closer to family in San Antonio in the coming days. I’ve been holed up in an Extended Stay hotel in Houston as family comes and goes from San Antonio and Corpus Christi.

My life has changed drastically in these past few days.

If you’re reading this, you might know that my sister has been fighting cancer for the past two years. She had come to MD Anderson for a promising drug trail, but treatment was derailed when she needed surgeries and had extended recovery times. Right now we’re in a holding pattern.

The weird thing is, even though this is a time of high stress and worry as I watch her sleep and hope for a miracle, I’m finding that it all has been a very strange and unexpected blessing in disguise.

I haven’t spent much time with my grandparents, and the time with them was very fulfilling. My grandfather and I sat around discussing politics, fixing to save all the world’s problems. I’ve been eating the best Mexican food you’ll ever find. Other members of my family have come to share meaningful conversation, as well as our fill of laughs. I have extended the network of people who care about me, and who I get to care about, so much. I feel my life changing because of the way these people continue to touch my heart.

Miracles happen every day. And while I sit here and hope one touches my sister’s life, I am reflecting on the ones that have been changing my life.

I don’t know what tomorrow brings. But I can’t help but believe that this has been the catalyst for my own transformation.

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