But one thing ran through my mind all day ~ my mother. She called her doctor that morning to talk about the increasing shortness of breath, and he scheduled the drainage to be done the following morning. Truth is it doesn't matter where I am or what I am doing or how many free spa treatments are being thrown my way, I always go back to the thought of my mom. While at Ross Bridge, I kept thinking, "I wish my mom could be here... I wish she could do this or that..." I don't know if this feeling is normal for a child of a parent dealing with a chronic illness, but it's my reality. Everything I experience I find myself wanting to share with her. Wanting her to be there.
The doctor drained a liter of fluid from the pleural lining of her right lung, the opposite side from last time. I don't think any one of us realized that it was building up on the other side now, and I was completely shocked to hear it. I mean, technically, I guess it's not bad news, but it was surprising.
I really wish they could insert a drain that would drain all her body of the cancer. Wouldn't that be nice? And then we could celebrate with a day at the spa at Ross Bridge. And we'd all live happily ever after...
I think that's the toughest part of life right now. Being fully aware that there simply isn't a happily ever after here on earth. If there's ever been a time I've been made fully aware, it's been recently.
Continued prayers for my mom are appreciated. She will return to the doctor on Thursday to follow up on the drainage procedure. I have no idea if her oncologist would choose to see her on that day or not, but it wouldn't surprise me. Just continue your prayers... thanks in advance.