that her father has lung cancer. I had a bad feeling about this last week when his doctor asked me to call and discuss the findings on a CT scan done then. I work in a cancer treatment center, so I knew that most likely he was facing a diagnosis of cancer. With my mother in a nursing home with dementia, this is doubly hard to deal with. Our next step is to meet with a surgeon and start exploring treatment options. His diagnosis is squamous cell carcinoma, left lower lobe, lung, moderately differentiated. Not a great prognosis, but not hopeless either. One day at a time.
I’m thinking about starting another blog with my dad’s diagnosis and the journey that my family are about to start. If it happens, chances are that it will be updated once or twice a week, depending upon what’s happening. My only reservation is that I tend to be a tad obsessive and usually run myself ragged trying to live up to my (impossible) demands. You know, this could be a way to practice being kind and caring to myself, learning that sometimes “good enough sometimes is good enough”. This is sounding better and better. I can always shut it down if it gets overwhelming. But, this really doesn’t mesh with my never say die, strong-willed, I can do it all personality. They say old dogs can learn new tricks. I think I’ll sleep on it.
OK, now I know I’ve got too much on my plate. Again I notice that I did a blog post last week but neglected to publish it. Maybe another blog right now isn’t such a good idea. I’ll still sleep on it.
Gotta love the sweater.
A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company. Charles Evans Hughes (1862-1948)