rest is good. good news from parents is wonderful.
in march of last year, i was up in oregon for three weeks, helping out while my dad had cancer surgery. large mass in the chest area, not lung cancer (one of those ‘we’ve never seen this before’ types of things). was too wrapped up in things to remove with open-chest surgery, didn’t respond to chemo. radiation shrunk the thing finally, we had the good news about this back before they headed out on their big road trip.
talked to dad tonight, he had a cat scan when he got home, and the mass (probably scar tissue at this point) is even smaller. ’twas scary there for awhile, but he’s going to be ok. he’s a young man, 63 (as compared to my mom, who’s 77), and though they both have serious health issues, they’re getting out and about in their trailer, enjoying the whole retirement thing (they’re off visiting one of my mom’s older sisters right now). sometimes i wish i was genetically related to my mom, she’s the youngest of seven and i think 5 are still kicking. anyway, i’m babbling, but happy.
it’s tough when parents are very ill. i’m thinking of Lee and her mom tonight, i know these are tough times.