New Tattoos

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