We went to the oncologist today, Mom, Dad and I. He is a lovely man, sweet and kind and he listened. That's a wonderful quality in a physician, to be a listener.
What Mom has in incurable. She will take the long road to controlling her cancer, but will never be rid of it. It will be a road where we will all work hard to help her maintain quality of life, whatever that means for her.
She was okay with what the doctor was telling her and, somewhat surprisingly, so were Dad and I. I think since we already knew that this was a possibility, we have become reconciled to what lies ahead.
I told her that I would knit her caps of brown eyelash yarn so she could have the curly hair she always wanted, without the usual old lady poodle perm. Maybe I'll make her an orange one for the red hair she always wished one of her kids would get. None of us did- we are all brunettes and proud of it!
So, I will spend time making her laugh, taking her to estate sales and yard sales, preparing for the birth of the first grand and great-grandchild in our family, sorting through all of the crap in the garage and holding a yard sale at the end of the summer, making sure that she doesn't wallow. In other words, doing the same things I've always done.
It shouldn't be any different.