So, there are good days and there are bad days.
More bad days than good lately.
Cancer is such a roller coaster, both emotionally and physically. One day she is up eating Chinese food with me, joking around, and the next day she can't get out of bed. It's frustrating to watch. I realize that this is what cancer does; it's deceptive. Just when you think things are looking up, you get slammed.
Every day, treatment seems to change. Oral turns to injection. Pain meds are increased. Mass explodes in size. Discomfort increases. There is no position that she can maintain that relieves the pain. In the next week or two, a grief counselor will be coming to the house to speak to her kids.
I could go into specifics, but the reality is, no one needs to hear them. Cancer is ugly, plain and simple. I really hope that you never have to watch someone you love go through this. If you have, you can understand just how dreadful it is.
Yet, Laurelle manages to deal with it all with grace somehow. She is truly my hero.
She and the oncologist made the decision to cease treatment. She will be staying at home until this is no longer an option. She will then try to get a spot at McNally House in Grimsby, which is a palliative care centre.
Thanks for all of the emails and nice gestures over the last while. Although I may not respond to them on time, or at all, I really do appreciate it.
M
xo
