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My mother's last week:
Tuesday - bad day. Lots of pain.
Wednesday - very good day. So good that my aunt, who was visiting, tried to convince her that the cancer was gone.
Thursday - very bad day. Probably good that we met with the oncologist, who thinks it's worth giving the chemo a few more weeks.
Friday - good day. Went shopping. Had CT scan of brain, which she's doing a pretty good job of not worrying about too much.
Saturday - bad day.
Sunday - bad day.
Today - So-so day. Her sister is coming to visit, which means at least I get the day off.
I think when she was diagnosed, I was expecting a steady decline, not all this up and down stuff, which has really caught me by surprise. It's impossible even to speculate on what's going to happen, either day-to-day, or in the longer term.
Meanwhile, my father-in-law, who's usually very reasonable and whom I like *way* more than my mother-in-law, has decided that I should really start working, and he doesn't seem to get that it's just not going to happen any time in the near future. He means well, but sheesh.
In other news, my three-times-a-week LSAT class has started, which should keep me swamped for the next month. I've got a non-profit meeting on Wednesday that I should be doing stuff for instead of typing this. I also should be doing a church website update instead of typing this. Yesterday Matt and I saw a good play at Steppenwolf, about the Pedro Pan airlift from Cuba in the early '60s. There was a fascinating discussion afterwards, including several audience members who had been in Cuba at the time, and one who came to the U.S. as part of Pedro Pan.
And I'm completely addicted to Torchwood (thank you, luthien!), placing me in the unfamiliar position of being part of a television fandom while the source is still airing. Last time I tried this was with Stargate SG-1, and that didn't go very well. I've watched 10 eps so far, which is a big part of why I'm behind on everything else.
Tuesday - bad day. Lots of pain.
Wednesday - very good day. So good that my aunt, who was visiting, tried to convince her that the cancer was gone.
Thursday - very bad day. Probably good that we met with the oncologist, who thinks it's worth giving the chemo a few more weeks.
Friday - good day. Went shopping. Had CT scan of brain, which she's doing a pretty good job of not worrying about too much.
Saturday - bad day.
Sunday - bad day.
Today - So-so day. Her sister is coming to visit, which means at least I get the day off.
I think when she was diagnosed, I was expecting a steady decline, not all this up and down stuff, which has really caught me by surprise. It's impossible even to speculate on what's going to happen, either day-to-day, or in the longer term.
Meanwhile, my father-in-law, who's usually very reasonable and whom I like *way* more than my mother-in-law, has decided that I should really start working, and he doesn't seem to get that it's just not going to happen any time in the near future. He means well, but sheesh.
In other news, my three-times-a-week LSAT class has started, which should keep me swamped for the next month. I've got a non-profit meeting on Wednesday that I should be doing stuff for instead of typing this. I also should be doing a church website update instead of typing this. Yesterday Matt and I saw a good play at Steppenwolf, about the Pedro Pan airlift from Cuba in the early '60s. There was a fascinating discussion afterwards, including several audience members who had been in Cuba at the time, and one who came to the U.S. as part of Pedro Pan.
And I'm completely addicted to Torchwood (thank you, luthien!), placing me in the unfamiliar position of being part of a television fandom while the source is still airing. Last time I tried this was with Stargate SG-1, and that didn't go very well. I've watched 10 eps so far, which is a big part of why I'm behind on everything else.