My mom is being so brave about this whole situation, that sometimes it makes me want to cry. She insists that she's scared, and I know she has cried, but, even my assistant, who I don't usually like or agree with, said to her today: "Sheila, your attitude about this whole situation is great. If I had cancer, I'd be freaking out".
When we got home tonight, I had gotten sick from some food I ate. I havent been feeling well all day, and probably overdid it. Mom insisted on making me a bland dinner. I keep telling her how guility I feel when she has to do anything for me, and that she just has to worry about getting well. She told me that thankfully, God willing, she doesnt feel bad, and that doing things, makes her feel "useful".
Tomorrow we meet with a surgeon, to discuss the instrument they have to put in for mom's chemo. Every day is a challenge, but she is being so strong. I hope I get over whatever the hell made me sick by tomorrow, so I can get back to doing what I should be, worrying about and helping mom.
Mitch
When we got home tonight, I had gotten sick from some food I ate. I havent been feeling well all day, and probably overdid it. Mom insisted on making me a bland dinner. I keep telling her how guility I feel when she has to do anything for me, and that she just has to worry about getting well. She told me that thankfully, God willing, she doesnt feel bad, and that doing things, makes her feel "useful".
Tomorrow we meet with a surgeon, to discuss the instrument they have to put in for mom's chemo. Every day is a challenge, but she is being so strong. I hope I get over whatever the hell made me sick by tomorrow, so I can get back to doing what I should be, worrying about and helping mom.
Mitch
