It’s fair to say that life has beat me up a bit, emotionally speaking. Infertility. Autism. Ostracism. Isolation. I’ve endured far more than three “ism’s,” actually. Way more. I’ve managed to weather it all, sometimes with more grace and dignity and sometimes with much less. I am willing to handle the isms. It’s the oma’s I’m not really ready for. Yep, I’m not ready to face the cancer of a loved one. So I’m standing at the crossroads facing this new giant. My posture? I’m prostrate. Though a bit indignant, I’m thoroughly resigned. But. Well, just but. Not Oma, God. From Surrender to Serenity…I press on, not knowing what’s next.…