Justin: Bad news. We were sitting in the living room talking. Mom said, “Justin, I have some news … bad news …” I knew right away it was not good. <sigh> Mom has cancer. Lung cancer, in her left lung. They haven’t done any more conclusive tests, but from the CAT scan and X-rays, and maybe from blood tests, they say it’s most likely cancer. There’s a lump in her lung. We went on to talk about aunt Merine and the fact that she didn’t receive any chemotherapy. Why not? Because she witnessed my Aunt Doreen take chemo only to die anyway. But Mom wants to get surgery right away, as soon as they say she should. However, she is now 36kg (83 lbs), so she has to gain weight – and health ultimately – before surgery. She also said that my Uncle Des took pills to reduce the nausea associated with chemo when he had cancer, so she says she wants that.
All this time running around, Mom was really tired. She stopped several times to sit and catch her breath. She has apparently been like this for about two week now. She has to walk really slowly and cannot walk far without getting tired. Not winded, like her sister, my Aunt Merine, was; but tired, having no energy to do what she wants to do. She wanted to go look at jeans with me, but she got tired, so I suggested she sit down. She wanted to hang out in the garage and see what Floyd and I are unpacking, but she got tired so easily. <sigh> Not good. I worry about her. She has to wait for a while – a few days? a few weeks? – for the next step. I want to act now while it’s early. So does Mom, I know. Floyd has been really supportive and helpful during this whole thing. Without Floyd, I am sure Mom could not do anything. My role in all this is to help out.