Monday, April 18, 2005


Mom's recovery has been amazing. She is even starting to sound like herself again.

Today her doctor said she could go outside in a wheelchair if she would like. It was a beautiful day. Doc ok'd disconnecting her IV lines so we didn't have to take the pump with us, and said stay out as long as she would like.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing...

There were some bright yellow daffodils around the walkway...

We walked around a large garden that is on the hospital grounds. It's actually like a small park. There are benches and some interesting sculptures.

There weren't many flowers besides the daffodils and a few azaleas, but that didn't matter. The smile on my mother's face was more beautiful than anything I've seen in a long time..


Blogger Carmi said...

Sorry for digging into your archives: I find it comforting to go back and follow your and your mom's journey. You have always written so beautifully that I feel it is important to read every last word.

Beauty and hope have an incredible ability to grow out of the most challenging circumstances. Only unique people can appreciate it. You clearly did on this day.

10:32 AM, September 17, 2006  

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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.