I learned my lesson with "hopeful posts". It's a concept in blogging that typically backfires on the writer because, essentially, a blog is an open journal for the world to read... a tiny glimpse into the head of a person. Being overly hopeful, in my experience, leaves one unprepared for reality. And, this early into mums' recovery, it's clearly a potentially hazardous risk to be too hopeful and eager for our new slice of life pie.
Oh, well get it -- we'll get that pie and probably a few other delightful pastries, but we have to wait a bit longer. In fact, this entire experience has proven that early positive thinking is often stolen away very quickly by the realities of complicated cancer decisions, results, treatment, and... recovery.
That mountain of complication and frustration is truly where yellow Friday's erupted from, because our weekdays at Mayo (and now in Kansas) were frequently full of bad news, endless appointments, way too many MRI and CT scan reviews for my taste. But then magical Friday would rear its head, and we almost always got some decent news. Nevertheless, mum would be terribly exhausted by Friday. Hence, we felt that day was when she most needed support. And so it goes.
Back to progress.
Mom progresses daily. Progresses, I've decided, is my action verb of choice now. I'm not getting fancy and adding bells and whistles.
I had a long talk with her last night as she arrived home from GC. She asked me to bring her some summer dresses this weekend -- It was a funny request because she's not a fan of them, but dresses are ideal with the bile drainage bag attached to her. She'll likely have the bag another month or so while the drainage naturally progresses back and re-forms it's old system.
Her voice sounds less shaky everyday.
Just as she seems to know when I'm ill -- even when I lived half a country away, she would know -- I can tell her state by her voice. She excitedly described my Uncle Jon replenishing the fish supply in his pond yesterday. (Mom is a huge fan of fishing, and learning to fly fish is a dream of hers.) My hubzo is also a fishing fan, so we're wholly prepared when Fourth of July hits us next week -- mom was really excited about those fish. Perhaps I'll pick up a yellow fishing hat for her.
Progress. We embrace it, and hug it and keep it by our side. It's most important these days.
Don't forget to wear yellow tomorrow! And make sure to Save the Date of July 11th for the Dance Party and Benefit in Ulysses featuring Big Fat Fun! Look for fliers to hit town in the coming days.