Mes Nouvelles...Vitement

I'm in the midst of packing so this will be ultra brief and super-non-entertaining. My gramdmother died yesterday and I'm getting ready to fly to France for the funeral. My mother doesn't know yet because my father wouldn't let me tell her while they were on a mini-vacation in Charleston, SC...which I think is totally wrong. He will tell her tonight, when they get home...at which point it will be too late for her to be able to go. Even if she isn't strong enough for the trip, I firmly believe that it is her choice to make - a choice he is effectively robbing her of. He said "If you saw her smile...she's the happiest I've seen her since she got sick. I'm not going to take that away from her." I understand his reasoning, and I know he truly believes he is doing the right thing..however, I believe it is truly the wrong decision and ultimately controlling and disrespectful. I believe he has no right to do this. Unfortunately her cell phone is off and he will not pick up calls from me. After our last discussion (read argument) he hung up on me and hasn't turned his cell phone on since.If he were my husband, I would consider this act not only selfish, but unforgivable. A marriage certificate is not a liscence to steal one's power of choice, cancer or no cancer.

So in a truly adolescent move on my part, I charged the $500 ticket to Paris on his credit card. If he won't let Maman go, I'm going in her stead and he's paying for it.

I'll be back in a week and deal with the aftermath then. for now, I have to believe that going is the right decision...for me, for Maman, and for the generational stream of women in my family.