My parents came over and they seemed relatively okay, although my mother was not comfortable about her chemotherapy. And not just because chemo does not make one comfortable in general!
She said as much herself:
“I am so ugly.” With reference to her hair loss (replaced by a very fine and realistic wig, by the way).… Read more
We were at my brother’s house on Christmas eve and Jay had a fit, and we almost went home – just us 3 – to my parents’ house, so he could rest.
So very close to X-mas meltdown there, but the little man has been thrown around a lot between different places to stay during the past weeks, and yesterday he had a long train ride to endure.… Read more
So we got on the X-mas train for my parents’ town, 4 hours away, and it wasn’t quite as filled as I feared, but it was no joyride either – with baby Jay and a bunch of other kids.
But after all the ruckus back home and in recent weeks, with the apartment renovation, spots of hours to work and then some free days to catch up on just cleaning up and clearing out … well, it felt good to go to my parents’ home, even if it’s a bit away.… Read more
Got to work a bit alone in the borrowed house no. 2, for existing clients, since Char and Jay were out to varies mum-baby activities. So another day of trying to balance everything, but at least it did not feel stressed. I even got time to think about my mum’s upcoming chemo.… Read more
The day was spent with the final, final cleaning up and clearing out, while waiting for the workers who come tomorrow and tear out the pipes in the bath room and put new ones in – all in merely the course of 5 days.
Luckily, as I believe I have mentioned before, we are able to borrow another house for the duration, at least in the daylight hours while the workers work.… Read more
A quieter day where I tried not to work, as promised to Char, and then kept looking for opportunities to do something anyway. Originally I reckoned that I would blog, but I ended up redoing my landing page at my business website in the 1.5 hours or thereabouts I did get of spare time throughout the day.… Read more
My dad called me to update me on my mother’s chemo and that they had been to a meeting with the doctors and still were undecided. I was helping Char feed Jay and pondering how to fit new clients in today’s family-schedule, so it kind of caught me off guard and I felt down afterwards.… Read more
Tomorrow is my mother’s (2nd) breast cancer operation (it got moved one day), but I find myself feeling strangely like it is taking place in another timeline.
Is it because, so far, indications are she will be okay and it is a best-case scenario after all – even if they remove her remaining breast?… Read more
It has dawned on me that even in a best-case scenario on Friday, nothing is really definitively ‘resolved’ as regards my mother’s new cancer.
Best case is that the tumor is local and that they can take it out of the breast without further ado, maybe by injecting chemo.
But what then?… Read more
After feeling emotionally in a hole these past days, there is a renewed sense of … some strength. I have had this feeling before that I should not take anything for granted about what is going to happen now.
Like I wrote:
Don’t take anything for granted.
Don’t take for granted that this is the time for my mother to die, and it’s going to be very sad and painful, and everything is going to fall apart.
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Called to check on my mother, and she sounded … happy.
Despite the new cancer-threat.
Or at least … in “good spirits”, as they say.
Not denying reality, but not sounding like it’s about to break either.
I believe that despite her frailty in some situations, my mother has gotten a lot stronger over the years.… Read more
Spent most of this date redesigning my company website to make it focus more on webshops, because that is what my customers – the ones I’ve had so far – want.
I write this one day after my mother called and said she had a tumor in her remaining breast. She had cancer once before, in 2003, and survived.… Read more
These past weeks have been a deluge of baby-care, dealing anew with the trauma of the birth after Char began therapy again for it, trying to remake our small apartment to a better home for a family, and, well, moving – temporarily to a new house.
The latter is a borrow from a friend who is in Paris with his family, but it is a good borrow even if the logistics added have been heavy … It is a base we can use until we get sorted out the other stuff, and get new energy from being in a real house – relatively big, definitely in order, and with a garden around and quiet neighborhood.… Read more