June 25th
My mom is doing well. She is the her same old self, the one that has been here for the past four years at least, lol. Last night she beat Crystal playing Rummy, four games in a row. She is still worried about me and now thinks I am grandma, her mom, because she heard that all people as old as grandma loose their hair, other times she knows I am Denise and just wants me to look normal again. I finally got my medical insurance in the mail, MEDICAID. Since February I have been waiting, can you imagine how happy the hospital was not to mention the doctors, labs, radiologists etc. were to get their hands on a copy of that little piece of paper, it was so funny. Now too my prescriptions will be paid for, thank God. I have until Wednesday to go with my cranial radiation then another bronchoscope on the 8th and I think I am done, God willing. I will sure be glad when I feel more like myself. This radiation is doing strange things to me, both physically and mentally. I can feel my head heat up all day and night after radiation, it feels like I am flushing or something and then leaves me tingling and weak, sometimes I feel just horrible and unable to sleep for more than 45 minutes to an hour stretch. Weird this radiation is.
June 30th
Today was my last day of radiation, I talked with the doctor and got some new information as well as clarification of things. My remission begins with the first day of diagnosis which was March 5th, 1999. They all feel I am within the 14-18th month criteria and are very hopeful that I will remain in remission past the 18th mark as this point is critical in getting to the five year survivor rate. All of this is still suppositions, it is depending on the outcome of the bronchoscopey. I will remain hopeful throughout but will not dwell on it any longer. I must get my life, my mom’s life back into order. This cancer has done more to us than I would have imagined.
Mom was sitting up in her chair this morning when I got up, third time this week, she wants to be up waiting for to me get here and keep the ‘Black Coat’ from getting me. She is convinced I am still very sick and won’t be with her much longer, perhaps once my hair comes back in things will change for her. Otherwise she is doing pretty well, looking forward to going to California this summer, I haven’t had the heart to tell her we can’t go.
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