My mom went in today for her first Chemo treatment. My sis Carolee went along and everything went well. She just about passed out after they inserted the catheter in her arm but still held on. She was given benadryl for any allergic reactions that she might have and then some pain med. She will go home with some anti nausea meds and go for her next treatment in 3 weeks. She got some really cute fuzzy hats and some really pretty scarves for when her hair falls out which will be in the next 2 weeks. She'll be going to a support group with her best friend Karen and learn how to cope with the tiredness, nauseousness, and even learn how to draw on her eyebrows. She is so positive and strong and I am so proud of how she is dealing with this. I know she has good and bad days like we all do when we face challenges that seem insurrmountable but, I know that my determination and strength in life has come from watching and learning from my mother. She has been such a good example to me. I love you Mom!
Just to leave a thought that has really helped me. I read it on my friend Jaymie's blog. Her sister has brain cancer and Jaymie posted some of her journal entry. It deeply touched me and I couldn't have put it better myself.
Quote:
There's a quote by Gordon B. Hinckley’s I read a while back, part of which says:“Life is like an old-time rail journey . . . delays, side-tracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.”
I have rethought Hinckley’s quote and realized that many of the delays, much of the dust, and many of the serious jolts in life’s journey are not just significant because they make the “beautiful vistas” and “thrilling bursts of speed” more appreciable, but because they are what make our journeys. They are the foundations for building our most significant relationships and experiences, and, if properly appreciated, can give us the life-changing, treasured memories we can ponder on during those brief times of solitude that may crop up on occasion.
I’m grateful for these and many other experiences, for they remind me that I am alive. That my life has purpose. They remind me that I still have opportunities to build experiences and relationships that can soften character, that can sweeten memories, and that can provide eternal joy. And it is because of these experiences that I pray every night for many more days when I’ll get to hear my kids screaming, phones ringing, and washing machines breaking down as my experience with cancer has taught me that those truly are my sounds of paradise.