Time & Wait

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.