Chemo taking its toll
Our conversations always started off with:
Me: "Hey, how are you feeling?"
My aunt: "I'm fine, how are you doing?"
Me: I'm good, just worried about you."
For the first five weeks since my aunt was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer that is how our daily conversations began.
"I feel fine, can't even tell I have cancer," she would said.
I was shocked after two rounds of chemo and daily radiation that she was having literally no side effects.
All started to change this week. My aunt was rushed to the hospital at the beginning of the week for a relentless pain in her arm that brought her to tears. She is so tired that she sleep away most of the day. When she is awake she only has thoughts of her next nap. She sounds tired, weak and restless.
My heart breaks...
The weekends are her relief, not from the pain but from the doctor's office. She goes for radiation Monday through Friday, a daily visit at 11:15 a.m.
My dad took her in the convertible down Woodward Avenue in Detroit for the Dream cruise--they had a blast! I'm going home in a couple weeks and can't wait to see her.
Life is a journey...but what happens when you come face-to-face with the end?