One month ago on this day, mom checked into the hospital. With all that has happened, it seems like a long, long time ago--test after test, then results, information and treatment strategies. More appointments, and more test. It's a full time job for her.
Yet the solutions modern medicine provides are truly remarkable. When mom needed some help with her blood counts after chemo...a blood transfusion was set up the next day. One wasn't good enough, so she got two. We jokingly called them infusions of a bottle of Cabernet and another of merlot. While sitting around or checking in, one of the nice things is the stories that come up. I reminded Mom of the story she used to tell us of how she'd have to walk three miles in the snow just to get to school. "Well, I didn't mind it at all," she said. "It was so pretty. After we got home we'd have to climb over the hills to collect the cows...sometimes as far as Dock weed Flats. A beautiful place full of dock weeds."
Well, as many times as I've been to Afton, I'd never heard mention of Dockweed Flats...let alone a dock weed. We're looking forward to taking that hike together.
This week is the start of radiation...little zaps that go on every day for ten days. Mom got some new "tattoos" to mark the targeted zap areas. We eagerly cross each day off the calendar as we go forward... knowing this too shall pass. She's doing better.
Thank you for your thoughts, prayers and good energy.
Rhonda Robert and Denise
Monday, January 30, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Sweet Mom -- putting on the boxing gloves
Dear family,
Thank you so much for all the prayers, thoughts and good words that have poured in for mom.
A quick update is that mom began her therapy last Thursday. Her oncologist is confident this is a fight worth fighting...and so mom put on her boxing gloves to began her chemotherapy...a magic potion of cancer fighting therapies that she'll get every 3 weeks. It's modern day alchemy, and the process has progressed substantially in the last six years. The therapy takes place in an environment of comfortable lounge chairs in a community room forum with other folks getting their own personal magic potions. Courage, and love and determination are in that room. Shared stories, new friends and triumphs have emerged. Sweet mama came out of round one with relief that the afternoon was over and that the process of telling the confused cells in her body to get the hell out had begun.
She's resting. Exhausted as expected ... and thankfully no nausea. No nausea is truly a blessing.
Rest for the body to heal. Love, the strong will of a country girl, and your continued thoughts and prayers of sending healing light to her are integral gifts.
Love and light.
Thank you so much for all the prayers, thoughts and good words that have poured in for mom.
A quick update is that mom began her therapy last Thursday. Her oncologist is confident this is a fight worth fighting...and so mom put on her boxing gloves to began her chemotherapy...a magic potion of cancer fighting therapies that she'll get every 3 weeks. It's modern day alchemy, and the process has progressed substantially in the last six years. The therapy takes place in an environment of comfortable lounge chairs in a community room forum with other folks getting their own personal magic potions. Courage, and love and determination are in that room. Shared stories, new friends and triumphs have emerged. Sweet mama came out of round one with relief that the afternoon was over and that the process of telling the confused cells in her body to get the hell out had begun.
She's resting. Exhausted as expected ... and thankfully no nausea. No nausea is truly a blessing.
Rest for the body to heal. Love, the strong will of a country girl, and your continued thoughts and prayers of sending healing light to her are integral gifts.
Love and light.
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