I cried about my mom for the first time today.
I went to check on her late this morning and she said her chest hurt/burned really bad and that she'd suffered terrible intestinal cramps all night.
"I had a really bad night," she said. "I wasn't sure I was going to make it."
"Aw, mom. I am so sorry we have been so noisy this morning while you're trying to sleep..."
"It's not the noise that's bothering me, babe," she said, her eyes filling with tears, "it's the pain."
She put her left arm around my neck and pulled me close and said, "Thanks for working so hard and taking care of me." She put her right arm around Sara and hugged us both. "I have the best kids in the world." And then she was really crying, so we all joined in.
"I'm only doing this once," she added. "If the cancer comes back, that's it."
"I know, mama," I squeaked. "We wouldn't ask you to....but thank you for trying this time."
We made her call the nurse at the cancer center and the nurse told her it was side effects from the contrast dye on her CAT scan yesterday and told her what to do for relief. She is now trying to get some rest and I am trying to start dinner and get all that laundry Sara folded put away. The kids are playing in the sprinklers again, eating cheese crackers and gummi cars and ice water, splashing, fighting over toys, tattling, laughing, screeching through the cold water in the sun with their cousins. Jill took Sara to get some new pants and they took James and Kaylee. Life is still so good...pray for mom's comfort.