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December 12, 2013

12/12/2013

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Mom is starting to have some side effects from chemo. Talked to her last night and she said her mouth has been really dry, and that she is starting to develop redness on her tongue which feels like raw spots, so her little gabber is getting sore. She's been drinking a lot of water like she's supposed to, and using her Biotene. I think she's going to have to increase the use of the Biotene and maybe get the gel used to keep some moisture in her mouth.

She told me that over the weekend, she realized about 7:00 p.m. that she hadn't eaten anything, so she got up and had a little "nosh" :) and then realized she needed to rinse her mouth. The Biotene must have been in the other bathroom, so she grabbed the Scope and gave 'er a rinse.....and then realized she probably shouldn't have done that. Didn't even think about the level of alcohol in the ol' Scope - or that even though she hadn't felt anything going on in her mouth yet, that those cells are a-changing. She said it burned. Really badly. I can't remember what analogy she used, but I'm guessing it was something like drinking lit rocket fuel. Poor girl. Bet she doesn't do THAT again! Or if she does, then we'll know that she's loco en la cabeza from the chemo and we'll have to lock up all the Scope in the house! hahaha okay, sad attempt at Spanish and humor there. I try.

Despite the mouth soreness - and one bout of painting the toilet (sorry, ma) which was quickly remedied by throwing down some Immodium - she's trucking along like a Rolling Stone (sounds good, even though I'm not really sure what a Rolling Stone trucking along REALLY means...?). Every time I call her she's cleaning, or cooking, or she's been shopping for Christmas, or decorating for Christmas, or wrapping presents, having lunch with people. I'm so glad that she's doing so well. I can't tell you how much I worried that she was going to have the side effects so often portrayed on television and the movies. And, as she and I have discussed, maybe this will be the only round where she's feeling this good. Maybe not. But if it is, we're grateful for one round that doesn't cause her any more discomfort than absolutely possible. We'll take it.

As we've also discussed, when venturing into the unknown, it's amazing how badly you can psych yourself out - because you have NO idea what the <BLEEP!> to expect. Even when told what it's like for someone else, it still never really prepares you for the ACTUAL happening (like, say, childbirth). And isn't it odd how we always seem to run through all of the worst case scenarios, rather than thinking about how well things might go first? (I remember telling mom when I was in labor with Alec that I changed my mind and didn't want to do it. Hahaha) Maybe that's just me.

I think initially with this whole cancer-schmancer situation, I really didn't have time to think about any of the scenarios because I was just scrambling trying to make sense of what the <BLEEP!> was going on. Then, worst case scenarios popped up for about a minute until I made mom regurgitate what the doctor had told her (and dad too. I solicit info from both of them, not knowing I've talked to the other to see how closely the information jives). Now that I've edumacated myself a little bit by reading about treatment, the drugs, side effects, things to do to help (which I keep getting yelled at about, by the way *sticking my tongue out at my mom*), and hearing what Dr. G has discussed with my mom and dad, I'm grateful to say that I'm calm. And that largely has to do with the fact that mom is being calm about it. I guess the whole "don't panic until you need to panic" logic has kind of set in - and that's how we are taking this. Things are going to be fine once mom gets through treatment and surgery - and that's the only way we are really looking at this right now. Because we have no reason to look at it any other way. It is what it is. And it isn't what it isn't.

Don't sweat the small stuff people. Accentuate the positive. See the glass half-full. Celebrate the little things. Be the change you want to see. I've run out of catchy cliches..... but.... A positive attitude can do wonders for pretty much any situation. Except, maybe, when you stub a toe, crack your "funny bone," or use Scope on a chemo ravaged tongue....THAT, I'm afraid, just has to wear off. ;)

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Betty Coleman
12/13/2013 07:13:56 pm

I finally got back to your blog. Thank you so much for the update. Yes, your mom is a great writer and has been since she was little. Since I just went through this with a dear friend here, water, water, water. It really helps the situation. She did 100 ounces a day and yes peed a lot. Also laughter. I am a bit crazy so that was my job. take care and thanks for taking the time to blog

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    ... was diagnosed with breast cancer on November 11, 2013. This is a place for all of the people who love and care about her to get the information about her treatment and her personal experience of kicking cancer's ass, (sometimes from her daughter's perspective). It's hard to stand by and not be able to do anything to help. Writing gives my mom an outlet and allows both of us to share information during this time. Therefore, we blog :) 

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