The filthy word is everywhere... I can't seem to shield my kids or myself from the word. I want it to go away - I want a cure to be readily available.
My Uncle Rick was diagnosed w/APL Leukemia about a month ago. My Aunt M was diagnosed with breast cancer 6 wks ago. My Auntie R had a masectomy 3 wks ago. My gramma's best friend, Wendy, a beautiful woman we lovingly refer to as Grandma #2 is full of cancer and was moved to hospice last week.
The diagnosis for my Aunt M looks good. They found it in my Auntie R's lymphnodes...still waiting on the prognosis.
My Uncle Rick will be hospitalized for 6 wks at a time - w/a possible 1 wk break at home in between. During his 9 HOUR blood transfusion he started getting hives, they gave him benadryl through his port - his throat start closing up - his bp dropped - he passed out.
Besides having advanced alzheimers (she's only 63), Wendy now has full blown cancer. She hasn't eaten in almost a week. She has a constant drip of morphine. My Gramma said she seems to be in a coma.
When I climb into bed at the end of the day - I thank God for my healthy family...that I'm healthy... I pray for my family and those I don't know.
I cry...I pray...I cry a little more. I roll over, wrap my arms around Dennis & fall asleep wishing I could take away the pain of my loved ones.