Friday, December 24, 2004

the best medicine.............

I made it to see mom today. What a difference a couple of days makes! She looks so much better. And now I feel better.

She'd been eating clear liquid stuff and keeping it down, so they let her order a regular meal. Of all things- she chose spaghetti! For some odd reason it sounded good to her.

This is the first food she's had in three weeks!! She said it felt really strange to have food in her mouth.

Sis showed up with niece and nephew. Nephew walked in with a stuffed monkey for mom. It was really soft and cuddly. Mom was snuggling with it and had it cradled in her arms like a baby when her nurse walked in. Without missin' a beat mom looked up at her and said, "look what I had while you were gone!" The nurse looked and then said, "you know I don't usually say things like this, but that's the ugliest baby I've ever seen!"

They say laughter is the best medicine...................


Blogger Karass said...

I had a cancer scare and it was absolutely awful! All of my best to you and your mother...

12:33 AM, December 25, 2004  
Blogger Rohit said...

Great news that your Mom's health is on the mend.What a wonderful gift this is for Christmas... btw, Merry X'mas and a happy new year!

1:40 AM, December 25, 2004  
Blogger ms ralph said...

Hello. Michele sent me. Merry Christmas!

2:57 AM, December 25, 2004  

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(written September of 2005) I have learned much in the last nine months. I have read that ovarian cancer whispers. I say it screams. It just needs someone to listen. The American Cancer Society statistics for ovarian cancer estimate that there will be 22,220 new cases and 16,210 deaths in 2005. This is a death rate FOUR TIMES that of breast cancer.Almost 70 percent of women with the common epithelial ovarian cancer are not diagnosed until the disease is advanced in stage. The 5-year survival rate for these women is only 15 to 20 percent. This is unacceptable. Women need to be made more aware of the symptoms, and doctors need to listen to their patients. Especially when the patient tells them that they fear they have ovca, as my mother did for almost a year before she was finally diagnosed. It’s so sad and senseless when a woman knows the symptoms but can’t get anyone to listen to what she is saying.