I haven't felt much like writing. And mom being a writer too she is probably disappointed in me for that. Times of struggle are times to write, to express the emotions that are swirling, to sort out the chaos of your mind with pencil and paper. But this cancer scared the holy crap out of me as it snuck back into our lives. Mom is healthy, she eats better than me, she gets more exercise than me, she is young, she is at peace living on her mountain volunteering her time for half a dozen committees that do community service... she should not be sick.
But she is.
But the first round of chemo has been pumped into her body. She had to stay in the hospital for it for seven days as her platelets were to low to surgically put the pump in her chest that would have allowed her to stay at home and have the chemo administered that way. Nearly every day I call and talk to her. She is back home on her mountain again resting, eating well, healing, letting the chemotherapy do what it is supposed to do. In a couple weeks she will have another round, eventually 5-6 rounds of chemo. He blood numbers say it is doing what it is supposed to, but no real results will come for quite a while. The waiting is difficult. But life and healing can take time.
Thank you to all who wished me well here and via email. Your support really does mean so very much to me. And for my mom I will try and write more the next few weeks about living more than this as Mom is more about living than this pesky cancer any day.
Love and peace to you all as you all give me back the same.
LJ
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- Laura Jayne
- I am many things... wife, mother, friend, sister, daughter, etc. I do many things... write, paint, cook, count beans, blog, chat, knit, etc. I love to help and inspire others. I love creativity and desire to share in all ways that I can find in life. I am actively involved in my local writing club, the Inland Empire branch of the California Writers Club.
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2 comments:
Writing is pouring out, sifting through, discovering of and releasing those feelings that bind us up inside. It's so important, if not here...to let it out. Sometimes it seems that only the paper will listen to these intermingling feelings of ours, especially in times of fear and anguish. I know there is One who listen without my need for words, and He listens to your heart too, LJ.
~ thinking of you and praying for you now and in the days ahead ~
♥ Heather
Oh, I just echo Heather's beautiful words. So sad to hear about your mom....I'll be praying for her to once again make the proclamation, "cancer free".
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