We return to the Cancer Treatment Center by flight the last couple of trips. It has been just my mom and I, followed by the usual rounds of chemo and doctor chats, to a rather rainy, uneasy turbulence ride departures, both from Atlanta to Louisiana. Not quite the beginning of spring we had in mind.
We were banking on three different combinations of chemo to take care of the spot that has taken over in her left lung, but unfortunately a different route needs to be taken. As I type this, my mother is in surgery. And this gives me goosebumps. This is the very first time in three years that I’m not able to make it to Georgia. I can tell you it has made me a little grumpy and anxious. I feel like I’ve been this way since I’ve turned 30 though, four years ago. I can almost bet my dad is sitting in a corner saying his rosary somewhere.
You see, my mother is having a processor done this morning called, pleural effusion or thoracentesis. I am hopeful that this processor will allow my mother to have some kind of relief and ease her suffering. This poor women has been suffering for about a year now with a chronic cough, it has provided her much pain and little room to breathe. It really has been the most difficult situation to witness as a daughter…..
Fast forward to a phone call from my dad….
“Hey kid. Surgery went good. They drained the fluid and he placed the talcum powder in her lungs while he was in there. The spots (as we knew) came back positive for cancer, but he said, he isn’t going to remove the lung. She will go back on chemo. Also he said he found 2 to 3 small spots around the lining wall of her heart.”
So this is where we are with our latest cancer journey.