My therapist's daughter has a slipped disk and bone fragments floating. She's been in agony 10 days. All she can do is lay down on her back. She has a husband, 3 kids, and is going to college - which doesn't work so well when her back is out! She will probably need back surgery from what they can tell - which means my therapist is going to need some time off to go up there and help her daughter out.
My therapist is lovely - of course I want her to be with her daughter. She wants her mommy - she should have her! It makes me remember how much I wish I had that relationship with my mom!
But - I hate the unknown. Unknown of when she's going to take off, and unknown as to when she's going to return. She says "I'm not abandoning you, I will return, I will be back, I promise". But when... How will I make it... What if I need her... What if I need that connection, that hug to make it through... I want to cry, I want to hug her and beg her not to go or to take me with her!
I thought it was hard when she was gone for a week and knowing how long it would be when she'd return - now it's all unknown. It sucks