She's already losing her life. But then again, aren't we all?
My Mom has been through quite a myriad of tests and re-tests. It's almost five months since The Mass was first noted on her lung from a chest x-ray while in the emergency room back in January. She was subsequently admitted for the flu, and upon discharge, a biopsy was performed whereby she and I learned she does indeed have lung cancer.
There. I said it.
It's been a frustrating dance, if one can even call it that. Perhaps I'm trying to make light of the situation, the process, of getting some answers and treatment options. It really is an exercise in patience for me; I cannot imagine the agony My Mom is enduring....it makes my heart shudder in angst and sadness.
Mom and I arrive at the oncology center yesterday, awaiting to meet with a radiation specialist (for a second time. The first time, Mom was told she was not eligible to receive radiation.). This Air Force veteran walks in, disheveled, unshaven with the salt and pepper scruff thick enough to scrub burnt spaghetti sauce off a pan. His lips are zig-zaggy and his periwinkle scrubs are baggy. He has tired eyes, the kind that exhibit a mere glimmer of caring. He left an impression, though not a good one.
Mom elected to have chemotherapy.
I wonder why she chose that? Maybe she thinks, "What do I have to lose?".
Mom and I arrive at the oncology center yesterday, awaiting to meet with a radiation specialist (for a second time. The first time, Mom was told she was not eligible to receive radiation.). This Air Force veteran walks in, disheveled, unshaven with the salt and pepper scruff thick enough to scrub burnt spaghetti sauce off a pan. His lips are zig-zaggy and his periwinkle scrubs are baggy. He has tired eyes, the kind that exhibit a mere glimmer of caring. He left an impression, though not a good one.
Mom elected to have chemotherapy.
I wonder why she chose that? Maybe she thinks, "What do I have to lose?".
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