So when mom went to the support group, apparently she met a woman there who had the same thing and is going through the same treatment at the same stage right now. I met her last night and, for some reason, it felt "good" to see someone else in the same condition as mom. I mean, I guess it's not good that either person had it, but it was good to see that mom is "normal". It kind of seems, at times, like she's the only one going through it. After all, that's all *I* see anyway. But when I saw this lady she was wearing a wig, looked tired, but still had a smile on her face and talked about regular things. I know, this all sounds so silly... I'm just glad mom doesn't look worse than that lady. They look good for what they've had to deal with. Finally, mom can talk to someone about things. Hopefully anyway.
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