It's very rare that either side of my family get together unless something devastating or really bad happens. I got a call last week from an old friend an my grandmother telling me that my youngest brothers lungs collapsed. So out of panic I called everyone of my family members in my phone to try to figure out what's going on until I finally got the hospital and room number he was in.
That Saturday I went to see him...my grandmother from my moms side took me...my dad had been staying there with him. Too my surprise it wasn't nearly as awkward as I thought it was going to be...and my dad even payed me a compliment AND we exchanged numbers. I spent most of the day with the three of them and it was beyond crazy seeing my brother hooked up to these two machines they had him hooked up to...one machine for each lung going straight into his sides.
At first everything looked okay but the next day o got a text from my dad telling me that my brother went through x-Ray and was going to have to go through surgery....there was a cyst on each lung that had to be removed.
Today I called because I couldn't go in due to work...and he came out of surgery ok! He just has to get through recovery and hopefully all will be back to normal.
I may not talk to my family on a daily basis but I do love my brothers very very much...once upon a time the three of us were all we had...the smart one the sporty one and the artsy one.
I'm sure one day me and my brothers will hopefully be part of eachothers life on a constant basis...but until then I just want to know that they're going to be okay. Goodness....just thinking abot past memories makes me wonder how we've all drifted...there's been some good times and bad times... I love them both to death though... At the very least I will always be able to say that.
:)
Domino-Antoine
