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You know how it is when you haven't posted an update for some time? It becomes difficult (for me at least) to know where to start.
I'm sitting here in the condo, which is feeling more and more like home as the days go by. My office is a closet that has been turned to the purpose of stashing my computer and desk when the door is closed. I actually like it quite well, sitting here. I turn my head to the right and there's the window, which currently sports multi-colored Christmas lights and a small fiber optic tree set up underneath it.
The past month has been busy with sading and painting, the glass tiles backsplash went up this past weekend and still waits to be grouted. It's exhausting, but we're making the place ours, you know?
And then, with all that, there's been news from Mom. She has (well, had, the operation was today) breast cancer. A very small tumor that can't even be felt. They aren't giving her chemo this time. The hope is the removal of the tumor will do the trick. I can only hope, just as the rest of my brothers and sister do, that just this will be enough.
I spoke with her this evening and she sounded in good spirits. I then spoke with my brother Dan who hadn't been told that Mom was out of surgery and doing fine. After that, my sister called, she'd been with Mom at the hospital all day. Was a little cranky when she found I'd called because she worried that Mom had to stretch out her arm and it's difficult for her to move it. I let it go, because, really, she was able to be there, while I was stuck here, half a state away, because going for only a few days seemed pointless when there would be 6 hours of travel time each way. Still feel guilty, even though I have a cold and shouldn't expose Mom to cold germs while she's recovering.
Main thing, though, is that she's in good spirits and on good drugs. Will check with her again, tomorrow, when she gets settled back home. Wish someone would listen to me about getting her a private nurse, she has this leg that swells and she won't be able to pull her stocking on by herself (something my sister pointed out to me this evening when we talked). Maybe my sister can take care of it. I'll see Mom in a few weeks, post Christmas, to spend several days with her.
I'm sitting here in the condo, which is feeling more and more like home as the days go by. My office is a closet that has been turned to the purpose of stashing my computer and desk when the door is closed. I actually like it quite well, sitting here. I turn my head to the right and there's the window, which currently sports multi-colored Christmas lights and a small fiber optic tree set up underneath it.
The past month has been busy with sading and painting, the glass tiles backsplash went up this past weekend and still waits to be grouted. It's exhausting, but we're making the place ours, you know?
And then, with all that, there's been news from Mom. She has (well, had, the operation was today) breast cancer. A very small tumor that can't even be felt. They aren't giving her chemo this time. The hope is the removal of the tumor will do the trick. I can only hope, just as the rest of my brothers and sister do, that just this will be enough.
I spoke with her this evening and she sounded in good spirits. I then spoke with my brother Dan who hadn't been told that Mom was out of surgery and doing fine. After that, my sister called, she'd been with Mom at the hospital all day. Was a little cranky when she found I'd called because she worried that Mom had to stretch out her arm and it's difficult for her to move it. I let it go, because, really, she was able to be there, while I was stuck here, half a state away, because going for only a few days seemed pointless when there would be 6 hours of travel time each way. Still feel guilty, even though I have a cold and shouldn't expose Mom to cold germs while she's recovering.
Main thing, though, is that she's in good spirits and on good drugs. Will check with her again, tomorrow, when she gets settled back home. Wish someone would listen to me about getting her a private nurse, she has this leg that swells and she won't be able to pull her stocking on by herself (something my sister pointed out to me this evening when we talked). Maybe my sister can take care of it. I'll see Mom in a few weeks, post Christmas, to spend several days with her.
