Good afternoon everyone. Last night Son #3 and i exchanged some long emails. I found a picture of a panoramic view of the Boston skyline at night. My daughter saw it years ago and never saw it again. She had fallen in love with it. So I sent it to my son and asked him if he could print it out on legal paper and then send it to me. I wanted to take it to Kinko or Copycat to have it enlarged, mounted and framed as a present for my daughter. Her wedding anniversary is this month. My son said he would take care of it for me.
Then we got into a long conversation of how I was handling my daughter's health problems. We both came to the conclusion that I cannot do this alone. So I am going to speak to my social worker at Winthrop and see where I can go from here. Some days I am good and then there are days when just wiping down a counter is too much effort. That is so not me. I don't get depressed. I get angry and fight back. Only this time there is nothing to fight back at. It is not like I can go scream at the doctors to fix this problem right now!!! My child is sick and I can't help her. I can't even give her an aspirin. She is 5'8" tall and I am only 4'8" tall. I no longer can hold her on my lap and tell her she will be all right. So I have to get some help in dealing with all of this.
This is one of the problems of the elderly when they live alone. I so understand what babetoo is going through. But I will come out of this. My biggest problem and help is that I have too much medical knowledge.
I received some news Saturday night from my girlfriend in Atlanta. Her ex husband was diagnosed last year with a type of cancer that that the survival rate is even less than that of my daughter's cancer. He came up to Boston, they made up the recipe for his chemo and sent him back to Atlanta for his doctors there to administer it. Then in August he came back up here for his radiation treatment. He was half way through it, when he hit a couple of hiccups. He had to have three emergency surgeries. So once he recovered from all of that, they took another look at his tumor. When he came up in August it was the size of a golf ball. They took another look after the surgeries and it is now the size of a small pea. In the words of his doctors, "Let's kill this baby once and for all." They started the radiation from the beginning. He has beaten all the odds. I wouldn't have given you two cents for his survival. So if he can beat his cancer that has less survival rate than my daughter, there is hope. They both oddly enough have the same team of doctors at Massachusetts General Hospital.
