Adam arrived on Tuesday night. It’s good news: he sleeps irregularly, so he’s often up in the middle of the night — just like Mom. He makes her coffee and breakfast and keeps her company before I’m even up. On
Most of this post was written on Tuesday, four days ago. Yesterday, it seemed everything was changing. At a little before 9a.m., I got a text from my mother’s friend Peggy. It was the most frightening communication I’ve ever received:
Listening to all the letters and Facebook posts we’ve been reading to her, my mother has had a hard time believing how people really see her. She seems truly bewildered that she inspires people so much with her signature combination of passion
I am on the phone, trying to listen to a coaching client. This is harder than you might think, because I can also hear, through the spare bedroom door, the sounds of my mother retching. My Mom’s journey through 2014
My goodness. I just cannot believe how long this took to hear anything. Biopsy was 2 weeks ago. Total disaster. I was in LOTS of pain and awful nausea. Scheduling nurse and I had talked 3 different times about taking
This took much longer to do than anticipated. Every turn and test was either lost or Doctor was out of town and left us hanging without results. Meanwhile, I had received a new batch of cannabis/hash oil. Three vials to
As days passed in a haze of pain and misery, not knowing why I was hurting so bad.. and why the Vapors were not working. Coupled with such debilitating nausea and loss of appetite that I rapidly lost 22 lbs
I am astounded that I am still here. I am not exaggerating. The whole past months I was continuing with cannabis, I was in so much pain that I was just an exhausted, weeping mess. Every night, between 1:00 and 4:00
At first, I wanted to wait until I had results from CA 125 blood test. But, meanwhile, things change and my memory is not the best these days. In 2 weeks, I will start my 3rd month on cannabis oil
