Hospice Cares

It may not sound like much, but having a little helping hand today has made life, if not easy, at least less manic.

From something as simple as helping me figure out the metric equivalents for IV electrolytes (I never mastered the metric system) to something as grand as having a wheelchair delivered so we can take Megan out for short outings--this is what hospice did today.

And for just being available to listen, thanks.

4 Year "Cancer-versary"

Yesterday was Megan's 4th Cancer-versary. I remember all too well those first few days of her diagnosis. To say it was heartbreaking would be an understatement. Walking through a hallway, realizing that we were on an oncology floor--is that how people figure out they really have cancer? Calling my parents and telling them the prognosis--is anything harder? Listening to a surgeon explain the extent of the surgery and what was ripped out--is that my own heart being ripped out? Hearing the odds of survival--is she going to be the miracle?

But she's made it 4 years. I don't know if she'll make it to 5. She's down to 80 lbs. and is back in the hospital tonight to have an infusion of magnesium and potassium. But she's made it 4 years.

Are we supposed to wish her a happy cancer-versary? I have to say no festivities are planned. Nope, nothing to celebrate, except the fact that she's made it 4 years.