Mom started her chemo tonight. I mean, right now, as I type this they’re filling her with a poison designed to kill the cancer before it kills her. A little bitter? Damn right I am, but I’m happy for her more than anything.
Here’s how it started:
1. Got a call at home from my dad who tells Jen (I’m in the office working on a down server) that they found out what kind of lymphoma it is. It’s called Diffused Large D Cell Lymphoma.
2. I called my dad on his cell and he tells me that it’s a good thing that they caught it when they did, a few more weeks and she would have been “a goner.”
3. The steroids her doc gave her, it turns out, may very well be the only way she’s gonna get through this (and she is gonna get through this, the docs are super-confidant). God bless her doc, he had the foresight to get the treatment going soon and this helped stop or slow down the cancer.
4. Called mom at her hospital room, left a message. Called her cell (both per dad’s recommendation by the way) and got her voice mail. Left her a message.
I’m flying up to see them next week after my Microsoft seminar in Seattle. I fly up Tuesday, do my thing until Thursday afternoon and then haul ass up to my folks’ place for Thursday – Sunday then fly home and get back just in time for Claire’s nap to be done.