Only A Foster Mom

The next morning after getting the kids on the buses, Courtney and I headed to the doctors appointment. While sitting in the waiting area, a rotund, big mouthed woman came and plopped her fat ass right next to me. That's my baby she said, pointing to Courtney." Excuse me", I replied, I had no idea who this crazy woman was, or the mumbling old man she had with her. I'm her Aunt, and I have custody, the other foster mother called me and told me she would be here and that she has cancer and when she dies I want contributions to go to Mt. Olive Church. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. First of all, it was my understanding that it was a bone infection, and who in the hell did this woman think she was, to say say such a thing in front of this child. So I scooped Courtney up and went to the other side of the waiting area, while this nut bag continued to yell at me. That lasted only a few minutes, then she said the wrong thing. I am her mama, you are only a foster mom. Only she said, only a "foster mom". That made me very mad, actually it pissed me right off. You see I haven't been  good at a lot of things in my life, but being a mom was something I took pride in. It was to me, the most important thing and the only thing I was really good at. And as far as the word "foster", it was only a word. The mom that came after it was the important part. So for this poor excuse for a human to say such a thing. So I yelled back, "Guess you should have thought about how good of a mama you were before you beat the hell out of the girls". With that said, a very large man walked up to me and asked if I would like that woman to leave. Before the word yes came out of my mouth 3 more people got up to help escort the babbling idiot out the door. Never under estimate the kindness of strangers.

When we were called back to see the doctor, he took me outside the exam room to show me the x-ray. Pointing to an area just above the knee, he said see the onion peel effect on the bone. Which I did. Well, that's a tumor, a very large tumor. A very large cancerous tumor. He said some more doctor stuff, but what I heard was,wheelchair, biopsy, oncologist, chemo, radiation, port, possible amputation. My head was spinning, little kids don't get cancer, old people do, right. I'm sure he was mistaken and a biopsy would tell us that. So they scheduled a biopsy and I had to call Anita.

"Oh my Lord Jesus", she said, We can have the girls moved. Moved, why move them, I thought. I know this is a lot to handle and you have a lot of kids, so we can find another placement. It will be a lot of work for any one and besides you don't give your kids away because they're sick. No, they are fine right where they're at. So we were in for the long haul. They wouldn't be moving any time soon.