Bad news folks. Mom is on her way to the doctor. She is weak as a kitten and it isn't what she should be. Mom has been noticing that she just didn't have the spunk she did after her last her surgery, when by this time post surgery she was already plotting how to ditch dad and make her way her to the mall because it had been over two weeks since she had fondled her credit cards and normally this would mean the end of civilization had occurred, and mom, very unselfishly, didn't want to send off any alarm bells lest they bring down the big metal gates and actually close the department stores.
Check this out, last night the kids had ice cream and from beneath the seven blankets she has been swathing herself in to keep warm she asked me to bring her some chocolate chip cookie dough, which I was happy to do since she had barely touched her dinner. Later on I spied the mostly empty cup and spoon on the coffee table, except there were cookie dough lumps in the cup. I gave mom the puzzled look and she said it was too much effort to chew the cookie dough. I repeat, mom thought it was too much EFFORT to CHEW the ice cream add in. Alarm bells started going off.
So, she's been kind of pale and tired but over the last three days (and we all kept reminding her that she had never had chemo before and now I feel totally like you should kick me in the ass really hard over and over again because mom doesn't complain unless it is serious, of all the people in the world, I should know that) and now it seems like she has just hit bottom (at least I hope it is bottom) sitting at the table is so strenuous she can barely sit up straight or even manage to eat. Yesterday I realized that her paleness had become more like jaundice and implored my dad to call the doctor. Eventually he did, but not until they had gone for the day, and he neglected to mention mom's new skin tone. I bugged him all evening reminding him that much of her cancer had been "up behind the liver" according to the doctor and that he needed to report this kind of thing sooner rather than later, and toxins, and kidneys, and that is why doctors have answering services that can page them..bla bla bla... Until finally this morning dad called again, mentioned the color issue and the doctor told him to come right in and pack an overnight bag for mom "just in case".
Now I am waiting for them to call me and let me know what the doctor said. Cross your fingers, say a prayer, sacrifice a lamb, we'll accept any help we can get here.
I'm sending good thoughts your way.
Posted by: Laura | July 25, 2007 at 02:28 PM
Thinking of all of you - what's your parents names so I can include them in prayer...
Posted by: danelle | July 25, 2007 at 04:34 PM