My mom has had a terrible year health-wise. At the end of last year, she learned that her cancer is growing at an alarming rate. The original plan was for radiation treatment in January, but it was changed to a more rigorous chemotherapy than she had had previously. She had her first session out of four in January. She became very ill from it and spent most of the month in bed. In February, she caught a bad cold that turned into pneumonia, which pushed her chemotherapy back a month. March brought her chemo, followed by hospitalization from dehydration and another visit to her pulmonary doctor for her COPD. In April, her chemotherapy was cancelled because she has shingles (for the second time.)
In January, her doctor discovered that the port my mom has in her shoulder to use instead of an IV in the arm wasn't working properly. Surgery was scheduled to service or replace the port, but it has been rescheduled 2 times due to illnesses.
My was supposed to have the surgery today, but spent the previous 36 hours vomiting. She's not sure if the vomiting is from chemotherapy last week or some illness or nerves. She's also discouraged and struggling with depression. The depression is in large part due to her poor health and the fact that most of her time is spent with doctor appointments, testing, or treatments.
Now that the warmer weather is here, the 3.3 acre of grass on her property needs to be mowed. She's worried about keeping the yard in good order. Mike had I tried to get out to her house twice this week to do yard work, but it rained both days
I hate the feeling of helplessness that arises from not being able to help another person feel healthier, or solve their problems, or make them happier. My mind knows that all of those things are impossible, but my heart still wants to wave a magic wand and fix everything.
In January, her doctor discovered that the port my mom has in her shoulder to use instead of an IV in the arm wasn't working properly. Surgery was scheduled to service or replace the port, but it has been rescheduled 2 times due to illnesses.
My was supposed to have the surgery today, but spent the previous 36 hours vomiting. She's not sure if the vomiting is from chemotherapy last week or some illness or nerves. She's also discouraged and struggling with depression. The depression is in large part due to her poor health and the fact that most of her time is spent with doctor appointments, testing, or treatments.
Now that the warmer weather is here, the 3.3 acre of grass on her property needs to be mowed. She's worried about keeping the yard in good order. Mike had I tried to get out to her house twice this week to do yard work, but it rained both days
I hate the feeling of helplessness that arises from not being able to help another person feel healthier, or solve their problems, or make them happier. My mind knows that all of those things are impossible, but my heart still wants to wave a magic wand and fix everything.
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