With our first child on the way, my heart breaks for any parent who has to see their child sick. While with the exception of chemo- and antibiotic-induced nauseau and vomiting, lymphoma has never actually made me feel ill, which made the time from diagnosis until treatment a lot easier for everyone involved. But for now, not quite myself in the chemo’s wake, I know that it is especially hard for my parents to see me bald, a little skinny, and a little slow on the draw.
For my parents, having immigrated to the sunnier confines of South Florida during the Great Pastrami Migration of 1991, and for Jacqui’s parents, who, before Jacqui and I met, moved to Florida during the 2001 Shuffleboard Rebellion, not being close by is rough.
But for my mom especially, the idea of seeing her son go through hell to get better, having already shephered my dad through the same (he is also a cancer survivor), must really suck. My mom’s confidence in my treatment outcome, her support to Jacqui, Otis, I during this time, and her seemingly effortless ability to clean an entire home in what seems like minutes (in her sleep), has been invaluable to us. It even offsets the time in the hospital a few weeks back when she aggravated me to no end by insisting that my IV was dripping too fast.
So thanks, Mom. And hang in there.
I may lose a few more pounds before this is over, but not only will I be de-lymphomatized in a few months, you’ll also have a grandchild.
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so my #1 and only son, this is what i have to say about this blog—it is about time you mentioned your mama.. i love you, my #1 daughter in law,jacqui, my soon to be #1 grandchild, my #1 daughter andrea and of course, otis, my one unconditional lover boy. we have always been a lucky family to have each other, there through sickness and health. we have wonderful memories and all i can say is that i am very blessed. and by the way we are also so fortunate to have the special relationship with jacq’s parents deb and alan. this sounds like a love fest so i will say goodnight and all of my love to all. mom
an amendment to my blog of a few minutes ago. to my #1 husband allen, i love you too. your #1 wife.
Michael – I love your mom too. I can only imagine how hard it is for her to keep smiling, but I also know that she is determined to do so. You must have inherited that trait from her. Maybe your dad also, can’t leave hm out. Happy New Year to all of you. We look forward to meeting the baby on the first tip to Florida, maybe even a little pastrami. xxSheila
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