Love is…….

my mom………

The day that I was diagnosed with cancer I called my husband and my son. Late afternoon I called my sister. I put my mom on the call list for ‘last one’ on that day. My friend Erin ( you will get to meet her soon here too) told me that the hardest part was telling your child about the cancer. She was wrong. The hardest for me was telling my mom.

My mom had just gone through her bout with breast cancer about three years before me. She opted for a lumpectomy no radiation and lots of prayer. Around the same time as she was healing from the surgery my dad fell ill. Very ill. She was so distracted from taking care of my dad that she didn’t worry about the cancer or recurrence. My dad passed away in January. It was hard on my mom but she kept telling me she was okay. The cancer was gone.

When I had a surgery date planned she made sure her schedule was cleared so she could come up and help Keith take care of me. Truth was she just needed to see me in person. She needed to see that I was really alright. It is a mom thing. I totally get that.

Mom was here for about a week. She did the dishes, made some of my favorite childhood meals and just visited with me, Keith and my son. She fell in love with adult coloring books, made friends with my neighbors, enjoyed going to the big, fun bookstore (think Powell’s Books in Portland then knock it down about 12 notches)

It was nice to have her here. It gave Keith the chance to get out of the house and run errands or check in on work. He didn’t have to worry about me being taken care of, mom was there.

My mom prayed for me daily, probably hourly for months. She sent me the book she used to meditate with. During chemo she sent happy things in the mail hoping they would be there the day of treatments. My favorite was a magazine entirely about Lucille Ball.

Every Sunday my mom and I text. It is not a long labored text. It simply says’ Happy Sunday’ Love you. We have turned it into a game of who texts first. Currently I am winning because of the time change.

As good as the visit was to help Keith and I out, I think the visit was a trip of recovery, healing, comfort and discovery for my mom.

Love is my mom. 



It has been an interesting few days.

Thursday was the oophorectomy. It was such a long day. Recovering from the anesthesia was not easy. I always struggle with it. Checked into the hospital at 11AM left about 6PM. That is a long time for surgeries that only took a total of an hour and half. I have not heard anything from anyone about the ovaries so I can only assume that they looked good and no more cancer. I accept that theory.

Friday was a day of rest and pacing up and down the hallway in the apartment. Watched movies with my son so the hubby could go to the ballgame.

Saturday. SATURDAY I got to met Paula from Never A Dull Bling and her hubby James from This was the best day ever!  Okay so my belly is sore and swollen but I wasn’t going to let a chance to finally meet a fellow blogger/friend in person. We met up at a local Starbucks for a quick hug and some pictures. They were on their way to Missoula for another run. I was so thankful that Keith drove me down to meet them. Our next visit will have to be longer. I sure did enjoy it. 13639580_10208514853260827_1265141630_o13662621_10208514853980845_310345588_o

Paula is the one who sent me Bear. The softest, sweetest stuffed bear to accompany me to chemotherapy. She had never actually had a chance to meet Bear so it was fun for all of us. Our visit was brief but perfect. She is just as lovely in real life as she is in the cyber world. James too. What a great moment in my life.
The rest of Saturday I had to recuperate from the visit. It took a lot out of me. So I watched Star Wars in order. Almost made it through all of them in one day!
Sunday. This was another day of rest for me. I watched t.v. all day and slept off and on. Keith and I got out and walked around the block once. Walking feels good, much better than the standing up and sitting down.
Which brings me to Monday. Normally I would be up and going to work. Today I am sitting, writing and planning easy stuff to do. Like shower. I need to shower, and eat. I think Keith and I are going to go for two laps around the block tonight when he gets home from work. I don’t really know what to do with myself other than read, write, nap, watch t.v. Having limitations is hard. Knowing that they are just temporary helps.
So a recap: two more surgeries done, met a friend, went for a walk, watched Star Wars, napped. Yeah, recovery seems to be coming along just about right.