As I write this entry, my mom has started her first round of chemo. She had the port put in yesterday. I called last night to wish her good luck with the chemo, and she was in a lot of pain from the port being put in her upper arm so I only talked to her for a few seconds. For the first time, after hearing the pain in her voice, I became really scared for her and I just broke down (yet again this week). Oliver saw this and became affectionate kitty. Before, I just felt a little scared, but now that it’s finally time for her treatment to begin, it just seems a lot more scary to me.
My dad said he would call me later to let me know how it went. I pray that everything goes well and that she’ll get through this with no problems.
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