Every other Monday

So it's 'that' Monday again. I'm here with my dad as he takes his chemo treatment for renal cell cancer. It's our little 'time together' as he snores in his comfy chair hooked up to all kinds of things...the best of which is benadryl which knocks him out and the worst of which is Lasix which makes him have to go to the bathroom every five minutes while groggy. My job is simple. I just unplug the I.V. machine so he can pull the whole thing with him to the restroom. I also fetch water, coffee (just a half a cup, little cream, little ice) if necessary. Thank God, the chemo seems to be holding his tumors at bay so we are here...the alternative to NOT being here every other Monday would be not good at all. These treatments are not the devastating type of chemo treatments that make him lose his hair or throw up or any of the horrible other side affects I've seen. Thank God, once again.

But no matter what I'm thinking about, worrying about, grouchy about on these Mondays....it just hits me like a ton of bricks when I look around and I'm one of the few healthy ones....some patients bring someone with them. Others just call someone when they are finished because their treatment can take hours and hours. Dad's treatment is usually about 3 hours total. He drives us here but I have to drive home. He's groggy from the benadryl for most of the day afterward. He actually amazes me. His oncologist says, "Let him do whatever he feels up to doing." So when he's out there weed eating or working in his shop, it blows my mind. I used the weed eater yesterday and that thing is heavy and hard to handle!!! He's a tough old bird. The next door neighbor calls him the "John Wayne of the Neighborhood". Since Robert, Gracie and I (oh, and Stevie the cat) have moved in, he seems better. Although the house is way too small for all our stuff and we STILL haven't found a place for everything, he likes knowing someone is there for him....just in case. It's no easy task combining households, but deep down inside I'm very grateful for the time to spend with him. Who knows how long it will be?

I'm also so grateful that I don't come here with one of my children to receive chemo. I see others who have to get into a hospital bed for their treatment that will devastate their body but hopefully kill the cancer cells. I see people with ports. I see people with no hair. I see people who bravely get hooked up to a drug that is their life source almost as much as their blood, their oxygen, their sunshine. I have to admit that sometimes I sneak off the the restroom when the emotions overcome me. God bless them all and God, please make sure I NEVER take for granted the health you have blessed me with. And my kids....Lord, how do you deal with a gravely sick child? I wouldn't know how to begin except the way any long, difficult journey should begin.....on your knees.

See you two Mondays from now!
Lisa