That means it’s time for Mark’s 9:00 meal. I planned the 5:00 meal which actually ended up being more like a 6:00 meal, pasta. I took it easy on myself, it was a rough evening.
My dear friend discovered that her cancer, which never really goes away, has returned to her liver with a vengeance. Tough decisions to make and not much time to ponder the alternatives. We were tenatively thinking that surgery might be one option on Monday. Then there was a chemoembolization scheduled for Tuesday. Monday evening the news became worse and tomorrow she will be undergoing a “wedge” surgery to remove upwards of 20 tumors from her liver.
The truth is, when a person lives with cancer, this is the reality. Everything is undercontrol, until the day it isn’t anymore. Treatments are advanced and there are options. Sometimes.
I am not with her this evening and I will not be with her tomorrow during the surgery. Tomorrow evening I will make my way into Philly after work and I will be there every day that I can. So tonight I am talking with her on the phone. Helping her to remember the things that she likes to have in the hospital and I am sewing. It calms me.
