Showing posts with label helping hands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label helping hands. Show all posts

Sunday, March 01, 2009

March 1, 2009

"What's it like to be on chemo?" I ask. Yesterday was his last day of a three day chemo regiment. He is IN the fatigue. He asks me to come and sit with him. "What can I do for you?" "Just stay here and keep the confusion away." he responded.

What's it like to be on chemo? I asked him.

A: I imagine a lot of weird little things, like I'll be asleep and think I have to sleep in this particular fold in the sheet or in a very particular spot on the bed.

There are these little things zipping and racing around in the dark. They're not bad, they're good. They just zip around.

K: Right. One of the side effects of one of drugs is hallucinations. Do you see them now? In the light?

A: Well yeah. If I look down or out the corners of my eyes I can see them. Oh man, my head. It doesn't ring, it's just fuzzy. It's like it's covered in lots and lots of blankets that I can see through. It's like being in a fish bowl.

K: What else makes this so hard for you?

A: The sleeping interrupts. I'll be having a thought and like then I'm asleep. I can't focus for very long. Well, you know, I can't read or watch a movie.

K: How does your body feel?

A: Oh God, my body. (He groans with a smile.) Heavy. It feels heavy, draggy, doesn't want to move. It's like it doesn't know what to do. It's like everything is passing me by. I can't do anything about it. Not in a bad way but it's just flying past.

Getting dressed...I have to think about for a while before I can do it. Oh man. I have to think about the act of sitting up. Like right now I can't think about it cause I'd just fall asleep. I can't, like, I can't focus.

K: Do you like it when the kids come in here?

A: I love it when anyone comes in becuase its a distraction.

K: A distraction from what?

A: Just this fog. This fog that I'm in. Oh man.

K: What?

A: All I want to do is to lounge here with you and talk and it feels like I can't do that.

There is a pause. I don't respond. His last words are said with his eyes closed. 10 seconds later, he is alseep again.

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Helping Hands Tip

Do their laundry on a specific day, once a week. Fold and put it away too!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

February 26, 2009

A room at the cancer center.
Art sleeps, Mystery Man pretends to look busy.

A refreshing day! A real, like day...as in normalish!
Forgot I wasn't having breakfast with a friend.

Got lost driving to Chinatown for some Dim Sum.

Mystery Man from Maine (an old co-worker of Art's) made us laugh often and very, very hard.

I considered why the hell I write this blog. It's purpose. What to do next.

Shared my views on religion

Conversed on subjects like female friendships vs. male friendships, ethnic cultural differences.

Watched Zohan with Art and cracked up at the stupid humor.

Held my ground regarding dinner "What is on the table is what is for dinner." PERIOD

Showed my daughter how to release her rage. She crushed, kicked, pummeled an emply plastic jug. Cathartic for her, for me and not so great for the plastic jug.

Helped my oldest with his paper.

An average every normal day. I only thought of Art's cancer (and everything it encompasses in our lives) like 10 million times, instead of 100 billion.
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Helping Hands Tip
Buy a gift certificate to the movies.
And remember, just becuase you haven't "done" anything yet, doesn't mean you can't. It is never too late if you love them and want to help. NEVER
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