It’s right when they pull the bar down over my head and wedge it into my lap on the rollercoaster that I start to inwardly scream, “Wait! I changed my mind! Let me off!”
Who picks Space Mountain, at Disneyland, to be their very first rollercoaster experience?
By now, however, it’s too late.
With a jerk the car moves forward, as the undercarriage starts grabbing the hooks, to lift it towards the sky.
By the time we are climbing, the car is clicking- each "click, click, click" ratchets my anxiety up a notch and I am sure this was a mistake. I press my knees against the back of the seat in front of me trying to hold myself steady.
I steel myself, surmising the drop will come, whether I like it or not.
And then there is that moment, that nauseating and violent moment where everything slows down...
For a brief portion of a second I’m airborne, held in by that suffocating bar.
Then down we go and I shriek as I hurl back into the seat! I tell myself "it's over soon, over soon... over... I just need to ride it out. It will end...
Whew, it does. I'm shaky-kneed and breathless as I walk away...
Its not until my boys ride their first "intermediate," rollercoaster at Hershey Park, that I get back on... this one in the light, and I'm more focused on how my boys will do, than myself.
These days I find myself, on a rollercoaster ride... like none other. One that doesn’t end. I'm flying around corners, hurtling up steep embankments, waiting... feeling my stomach lurch... knowing the plunge and the free fall will happen... again, and again... whether I'm ready or not.
Weekly taxol infusion today...
Are you following Rory and Joey's story? Heart wrenching and life-giving all at the same time.
THIS post, had me saying, me too!
Pretty sure love made my hair fall off, too.
It's love after all, that beats cancer, every time.
Next blog post later this week- filled with all kinds of love that is seeing me through- plus my next big adventure...