When the Mood Strikes
sometimes the mood strikes me to write and let it flow. mom is not doing so well. her chemo is starting to rage through her body and pain and discomfort are becoming more of the norm than not. that is hard to be witness to. i see my parents entering into a different chapter in their lives. one in which they are bound to each other to give care and nurture. my dad gets up with my mom when she cries from the pain and presses her head or puts on new age music on to relax her. it worked the other night. she fell asleep.
i’m not sure how to help my dad though. when i go home, he doesn’t really take a break, though i want him to. i want him to get in the car and drive to the beach and just hang, but he’s not that type. he likes staying at home and watching the indian channels on tv and translating all the tamil movies to my friend bula - she’s assamese.
times like these show you how important family is - chosen or genetic. it also shows me how immediately your life can be put into a tailspin or on temporary hold, depending on how you look at it. time seems suspended in the air right now. it feels like the longest 5 months ahead of us. chemo, radiation.
there are some good things happening too though. many blessings coming down the road. mom will be cancer free. that will be the biggest gift.