My First Experience With Chemo

OK. The treatment has begun. My Mom is actually among the (way too many) people who are treating cancer with chemotherapy. I have to tell myself that it could be worse. She could have to go to the hospital 4-5 times a week but she doesn't. She could be bald but she's not and most likely won't be. She is, however, trapped. She's stuck in her chair. She's tethered down to her house by a long plastic oxygen hose. She can't move and has no energy. Yes, it could be worse. But seeing her like this is terrible.


I know this is hard to look at. I'm sorry.


Today was hard. This is a huge hill to climb but I'm confident the payoff will be worth it. My Mom was sitting in her recliner, her head drooped and her breathing deep for most of the day. I ran a few errands for her but for the most part I just sat with her. She had a few hours where she felt better and she even got up out of her chair to go check her email. That was a shred of hope and I'm really happy that she could muster up a little strength. My sister Dawn was a huge help today. She spent the whole morning with her and she gave her a nice little pep talk. That helped a lot. She also said some very nice things to me and I hope she knows how much a appreciate it. My relationship with my Mom is so great right now. We've always been close but Dawn reinforced just how great we are for each other today. (Thanks Dawn.)

I hope my Mom feels better after this first week of treatment. I just want her to be able to do things without a struggle. I wish I could just take it from her for like a day so she can go on a date with my Dad. She doesn't deserve to feel like this everyday. She has been such a great Mom to all of us and it isn't fair that she is the one going through this. But my hopes are still high that she won't feel like this soon. She is a fighter and she has a great support system behind her. Keep fighting Mom!!! You're the best!