Irish Eyes (Mrs.Z)
Zookeeper
And if you've forgotten me, I'm not surprised!
So, after all these months of helping my mother through her chemo treatments every two weeks and wondering if she'd be here for Christmas, we found out 2 weeks ago that her tumors are reduced by 75%, and her tumor markers are down from 4.5 to 1.6. Fantastic news! Let's REALLY celebrate Christmas this year! Doc says she thinks Mom can survive 4 or 5 years, instead of the usual 1-2 years, or the original "weeks to months" that her surgeon had suggested. Life is GREAT, right?
But wait! My stepfather, with whom I am very close, went to the ER after coughing up blood on Thursday. Friday and Saturday, he's doing great. Much better. Meds and O2 seem to be doing their job. Then, this Sunday morning, everything does a 180. Docs say there's nothing more they can do for him (he's lived with a large, growing aortic aneurism for years, and when a lung collapsed under the weight of it, they couldn't relieve the pressure or empty the fluid from his lungs), and put him in a large room so he can say his goodbyes. We drive the 260 miles due east to be with him. Luckily, although he was sedated, he recognized us. We stayed 'til 9 pm, and drove back home, as my husband had to work on Monday. At 4 am on Monday morning, my mother called. My father was gone--he left us at 3:52 am......
So, yeah. I was going to start spending more time, here, among the snake-loving folks that I love. But it just isn't to be. Jay (my stepfather) is gone, and it was SO unexpected! I feel like I've been hit in the gut by a battering ram, and I just can't stop crying. So, it'll be awhile before I feel much like socializing. Just when everything with our family was looking so bright, too...
I may be forgotten, but I'm not gone (totally or yet). Jorge', how's them baby Miamis coming along?
Thanks for listening to me blubber on yet again. Life just isn't much fun right now.
So, after all these months of helping my mother through her chemo treatments every two weeks and wondering if she'd be here for Christmas, we found out 2 weeks ago that her tumors are reduced by 75%, and her tumor markers are down from 4.5 to 1.6. Fantastic news! Let's REALLY celebrate Christmas this year! Doc says she thinks Mom can survive 4 or 5 years, instead of the usual 1-2 years, or the original "weeks to months" that her surgeon had suggested. Life is GREAT, right?
But wait! My stepfather, with whom I am very close, went to the ER after coughing up blood on Thursday. Friday and Saturday, he's doing great. Much better. Meds and O2 seem to be doing their job. Then, this Sunday morning, everything does a 180. Docs say there's nothing more they can do for him (he's lived with a large, growing aortic aneurism for years, and when a lung collapsed under the weight of it, they couldn't relieve the pressure or empty the fluid from his lungs), and put him in a large room so he can say his goodbyes. We drive the 260 miles due east to be with him. Luckily, although he was sedated, he recognized us. We stayed 'til 9 pm, and drove back home, as my husband had to work on Monday. At 4 am on Monday morning, my mother called. My father was gone--he left us at 3:52 am......
So, yeah. I was going to start spending more time, here, among the snake-loving folks that I love. But it just isn't to be. Jay (my stepfather) is gone, and it was SO unexpected! I feel like I've been hit in the gut by a battering ram, and I just can't stop crying. So, it'll be awhile before I feel much like socializing. Just when everything with our family was looking so bright, too...
I may be forgotten, but I'm not gone (totally or yet). Jorge', how's them baby Miamis coming along?
Thanks for listening to me blubber on yet again. Life just isn't much fun right now.
