Whew! Today I took my mom to Shands Hospital for a PET scan and a CT scan and a pre-op for a port for the chemotherapy. What a trip!
The first thing I told Mom this morning was, "Do NOT tell your stories. After the PET and CT we have an 11:00 appointment and your stories are too long and nobody cares whether I'm a twin or how I got my name or whether you got your toenails painted red yesterday."
And my mother said, "Okay."
HA!
When Mom came out of the two scans this morning, the fetching young nurse had a smile plastered on her face from ear-to-ear.
"She's ready," she said.
So as I wandered through the narrow halls to get my Mom, the young nurse said to me, "Your mother is hilarious! I had the best time."
At which I responded, "I TOLD HER NOT TO TALK!"
I think I especially liked the Doctor at the pre-op who said, "Not to worry. The FEISTY ones never have a problem."
Mind you. This was only after this good doctor was told about how my father passed away on Valentines Day and what a blessing that was and how her granddaughter, Merry-Jennifer, was the best Oncologist at Shands, etc.
But, all in all, Mom and I are coping . . .because we have no other choice.
Tomorrow she begins chemo and we're praying all goes well. I think she's kind of disappointed that I didn't stop at Target today to buy her a new hat . . .(because she's not about to wear a turban! So there!)
Actually, Mom was worn to a frazzle, and so was I.
After I got home,Truett suggested we build a fire and just relax.
Thank you, Truett.
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