And it's back to the hospital we go....for the third time in three weeks. I mean, really? Seriously????
At least this time the order has already been made that when Dad goes home, he takes a pump with him - then whenever he is in pain, he pushes a button. Doc seems to think that with the pain under control, the nausea will subside. We're taking it one day at a time...
My two-year wedding anniversary is tomorrow. Ahhh, the romance.
Moved 3,000 miles across the country to take care of Dad during his battle with lung cancer. By his side until the day he died. Now trying to pick up the pieces.
About Me
- Teeny Jo
- Mommy to two awesome pooches. Living with the love of my life. In memory of "Dougie" my amazing father: 1950-2007.
My Hero
In those minutes or hours or days that we're able to carry the weight of this disease, that's when life happens. I know that, in the end, my burdens will become too heavy. But I don't see that as a failure. This isn't a contest or a race. We're not being judged against the actions of others. I think there's really only one thing I'm hoping for. When that time comes, I hope I can say, "I did my best." Then I'll know that I won my "fight," that I was able to bear my burdens. That's enough.-Leroy Sievers
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