I am feeling a little fragile.
I had been looking forward to this weekend for the past five days and had done everything I could to prepare for it. Even with the coming rain, I knew that I had plenty to do at home to keep me happy – writing projects, painting, knitting, preparing for a Tai Chi class I plan to teach, and plenty of books and furry friends.
I called my mother as soon as I got home from work today. She is two hours away. I knew she had a doctor appointment this afternoon. She has been dealing with intestinal problems for weeks, along with weakness, loss of appetite, and depression. My sister lives near her and went to the doctor with her. She had a CAT scan this afternoon after seeing the physician.
She told me that the doctor thought she had one out of two possible problems and one may require hospitalization. Nothing major. She said she would call me back after she heard from the doctor.
Two hours later she called and I could tell by the sound of her voice that it was not good news. The CAT scan showed evidence of cancer in the lymph nodes of her stomach. This was not one of the above possible problems. She goes in for a biopsy on Tuesday.
After the remnants of Ernesto move through here tomorrow I am going to drive down and stay with her, possibly until after the biopsy on Tuesday. If it shows as malignant, which the doctor seems to think it will, chemo will be discussed.
She is 69 and has diabetes. My worry is that the diabetes complicates everything even further.
Also, my father died in January of last year from esophageal cancer. He would have died sooner, but he stopped the experimental chemo 8 months before because the chemo was killing him faster than the cancer.
Two months after my father died, one of my dearest and best friends died of complications of lung cancer, chemo and a variety of infections she caught while being in the hospital.
I am trying to think positive, but I don't have much faith in the medical community.
Thank you for being here.


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God Bless
I read today that there is evidence they are getting close to a cure for some forms of cancer. There is always hope, and perhaps the doctor's suspicion is wrong. Try to stay positive (I know this is easier said than done), and I will send positive energy your way.
I'm sorry to hear about your mom's possible cancer but glad to know that your sister is with her and that you will be there on Sunday. Prayers are on their way.
i'll be sending good thoughts and lots of love. NOT the way you had envisioned your weekend.
I send a little ray of sunshine amidst all the clouds to you and your family.
Consider miracles. In spite of all the bad news they do happen. My sister at age 41 was diagnosed with stage 4 uterine cancer that had spread to her lymph nodes, later to her brain, lung and bones. She had chemo. Such an intense cosmic prayer was raised by hundreds of people of all faiths and non-faith, some that did not know her. Four years later she shows no signs of cancer.
You will be in my thoughts this weekend.
I just went through every stage of emotions with my neighbor who has breast cancer. She's bald, weak, breastless; unable to work but she is looking forward to one thing: Being cured enough to take the trip to Hawaii she's always planned.
I know several people who have dealt with chemo and survived - two actually went through two episodes with a great sense of humor and are so far ok. There are miracles, and sometimes there is the end of life. I'm still reeling from my stepmother's death in March, which was very sudden and somehow completely stunning. Sending you good wishes and hugs
i am sending you love and strength. and a reminder to breathe...
Take care,
Sam
Blessings for you and your Mom go up to our Lord and hopefully, healing comes down... hang in there and think positive. Miracles and prayers are real.
Marilyn