Last night, I took my mother to dinner and there were multiple
instances where I had to turn away in order to avoid crying. It was troubling to
look at her face-to-face, as I was able to see how tired she has
become. Her once dimple-filled smile has almost disappeared,
and her loving tone has turned to woe. Since my step father’s cancer
came into our lives a lot has changed, but it wasn’t up until recently that I’ve taken notice how drastic the effects have been.
Transformed so quickly.
Earlier today, she called to tell me that the cancer in my step father’s throat is gone. They had just seen their specialist and got news that the chemo worked, so now it’s on to the next step in the recovery process. It was really nice to hear her so optimistic over the phone and I’m happy that the hardest part may be over.
I can only hope that things get better. Stay strong.