Gil

Mom started her first round of chemotherapy last Wednesday. My grandmother and I sat with her the first day and we had a rather fun time, other than the whole watching your mother get injected with toxins part of it. I bought her this stuffed Clown fish to take along. She named him Gil and Gil has had all kinds of adventures in the treatment room. Sitting that day through chemo with my mom reminded me that no matter where she is, she is always playing, trying to find ways to make her immediate situation a game. I am also learning how important humor is when staring down cancer. Laughter is what will get our family through this.

But since last Wednesday, we've been playing a bit of a waiting game. Waiting for the horrible symptoms we've heard so much about to pop up. So far, so good. She's been a little tired, and took a few meds for nausea, but that seems to be it. The wait was like a ticking time bomb...I'd text her every morning "How are you feeling?"

She's been very tolerant of my constant prodding, but right now she just wants a break from thinking about being sick. I'm trying to be with her on that.

Oh yes, and that is a syringe hanging from her chest--hoping we can get them to do that again for Halloween.