Whew, sorry to be MIA for so long again. To say that my plate has been a little full would be a total and gross understatement. We got back from Hawaii on Sunday evening, March 21st and quickly went to bed at my parents' house. Monday morning Matt drove back home while Dad and I went to the hospital.
My mom had been going through a battery of tests to see if the lumps on her legs were anything serious. Though she had a diagnosis of Leukemia Cutis, there was no proof of cancer in her blood or bone marrow so they continued to monitor her to see if anything changed over the days, weeks, months. The day before we were supposed to take off to Hawaii to see Doug and Angela get married, I got a call at work saying my mom had less than 4 hours to get herself checked into the hospital and that chemo was necessary right away. The cancer was spreading. Is spreading. So I spent the rest of the work day calling people and trying to decide if leaving the mainland was such a good idea at this point. There was really nothing I could do at that point, mom was going to have to go through another round of tests while at the hospital before chemo would actually start, and she literally insisted that I hop on that plane and enjoy myself.
And I did. Hop on the plane. And enjoy myself. To an extent.
But I had to visit when I got home, so Dad drove me to UCSF where she is being treated. She had started chemo, but she hadn't hit her worst point yet so she was ok with a visit. Thrilled, actually. She's definitely tired of the hospital - especially since she had back surgery just a few months ago.
She's finished her first round of chemo after being in the hospital for two weeks. The doctors tell her she'll be there for another 3 weeks recovering from the full effects that should happen in the next week or so. Then she gets to go home for a bit before returning for another battery of chemo. I'm doing little things here and there, trying to help her get more comfortable with the idea. She is doing much better, health wise, with the chemo treatment, and while she has a long road ahead the prognosis seems good. She's tired, she's sick, but she's a trooper and so far so good. If you have any space in your prayers or thoughts, please send one into the Heavens for my mom, would ya?
More later... I have lots of stories.
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