Rose Garden | June 2015 | Copyright 201506/13/2015
I’ve been on emotional auto-pilot since my Mom got diagnosed with Stage 4 Lung Cancer (a disease that demands capitalization) back in February. I go to work, work out, fly to Chicago for doc appointments and chemo once a month, come back home, rinse, repeat. I keep up with my job, but I’m far more distracted than usual lately. Any passion I was once able to muster has been tucked away. I can’t remember where I put it.
Mom is doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances. She’s responding well to chemo, but she’s tired, on a bunch of meds, can’t drive anymore. She’s still our sarcastic, humorous pain in the ass, so that’s something. We’ve got another CT scan in a couple of weeks and then we’ll see what’s what. All of our lives are being played by ear. In some circles, that’s considered quite a talent.