the end of this blog is the beginning.
and i am learning each day that there is no end.
blame is a slippery thing. i blame nicotine. mom blamed herself and her "distaste for doctors in anything other than a social setting." cancer is incredibly beatable. some is preventable. some is not.
hedge your bets.
if you smoke...try to quit. it's really hard. the tobacco industry has designed it that way. wear sunscreen. eat vegetables. see your doctor. mom quit smoking over seventeen years ago. early detection saves lives. it could have saved mummy.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE DOING

you are so focused on the minutes right ahead of you that you can't even think about tomorrow. so when they tell you she can come home tomorrow your joy is quickly followed by panic. she can't use the stairs easily. where will she sleep? how will she bathe? how do you go about getting Oxygen tanks? it's overwhelming, uncharted territory.

ask for help.

we passed a social worker's office in one of the hospital hallways near the radiation wing. my sisters and i all went in there armed with questions. we learned that the hospital that cared for mom had a nurse on mom's floor who specialized in "home health" or "home care" and made many of the arrangements for us. there are a great deal of resources for "home care" and the range of services is incredibly broad.

fortunately, most of the care and equipment we needed for mom was covered by insurance.