Wow...there have been a few things I thought were the hardest things ever, at the time.
I'd say one was leaving my girls and joining the Army. I am not a particularly athletic person so the physical demands were rough. I was dragged through the final PT test with stress fractures in my pelvic area but one of the cadre refused to let me quit. The mental part was mostly worrying about the girls because my husband, at the time, was not the most responsible person. The mental BS of military training wasn't all that different from dealing with my parents.
The cycle of living from test result to test result while dealing with breast cancer was a mind-fuck. The physical pain after both surgeries required as much mind over matter as I could muster.
Trying to keep three kids going essentially as a single parent became easy in retrospect.
Great question.
I'd say one was leaving my girls and joining the Army. I am not a particularly athletic person so the physical demands were rough. I was dragged through the final PT test with stress fractures in my pelvic area but one of the cadre refused to let me quit. The mental part was mostly worrying about the girls because my husband, at the time, was not the most responsible person. The mental BS of military training wasn't all that different from dealing with my parents.
The cycle of living from test result to test result while dealing with breast cancer was a mind-fuck. The physical pain after both surgeries required as much mind over matter as I could muster.
Trying to keep three kids going essentially as a single parent became easy in retrospect.
Great question.
I'm your huckleberry.
