Day 8 – Resilience

Resilience is one of those words I hate to love. It’s a word full of power and hope and strength. It’s a word that makes me keep moving forward into whatever comes next. It tells me I don’t get to give in to the fatigue and fear, not for very long anyway. As my brother…

Day 7 – Tired Today

All evening my spirit has been screaming for me to write a poem called I Am Tired. It’s a poem about all the things that are so very difficult in my sister’s cancer battle. I can’t yet allow myself to access the depth of emotion necessary to make the poem what it wants to be….

Day 6 – Out and About

48 hours post chemo and Sis was strong enough, and determined enough, to get out of the apartment. This is no small feat considering there is a flight of stairs to go down… and to come back up. After Sis had a long soak in the tub, we slowly made our way out the door…

Day 5 – Yesterday’s Funny

Sitting in the chemo suite yesterday, we watched as a man in his mid 60s was seated next to us. We said hello and struck up a conversation. He was friendly, optimistic, and very talkative. VERY talkative! We learned he is a local politician, and he had much to say about this year’s primary.  He…

Day 4 – Chemo 1

Chemo 1 is successfully behind us. There was a medicine reaction. The nurse stopped it with benadryl and steroids. Sis is safe at home. We are all exhausted. Time to sleep!

Day 2 – The Delay

Sis’s chemotherapy was supposed to start last Friday, June 1. The treatment did not get approved by the insurance company in time. Calls were made and reasons were given for the delay, but I choose not to focus on that.  If I did, I would not be able to control the deep-from-my-toes, whole-body rage that…