Potholes
My well ordered life has left the building and will likely never return.
Yay.
My mom may have a blood clot. So far the chemo road has not been terribly smooth for her (or us) but this is the worst yet. For me, I'm finding that I fear the possible clot more than I feared her initial surgery. I told her to tell her doctors about my clotting experience and she is adding it to the list.
I know too well the pain she feels.
This has been a tough day. Lots of waiting. Much contemplation. Some agony.
And right now, I think my bestest buddy is outside trying to catch a bat to bring me--maybe he thinks it will cheer me up. *super-sized sigh* I must investigate and perhaps intervene.
Yay.
My mom may have a blood clot. So far the chemo road has not been terribly smooth for her (or us) but this is the worst yet. For me, I'm finding that I fear the possible clot more than I feared her initial surgery. I told her to tell her doctors about my clotting experience and she is adding it to the list.
I know too well the pain she feels.
This has been a tough day. Lots of waiting. Much contemplation. Some agony.
And right now, I think my bestest buddy is outside trying to catch a bat to bring me--maybe he thinks it will cheer me up. *super-sized sigh* I must investigate and perhaps intervene.