Mom goes to get her "muga" scan a couple times during her treatment. It tells how her heart functions and if they need to stop the herception infusions. She really doesn't like them. Not because they're tough on her, but just the procedure and such.
I'm tired of this crap. She's tired of it even more, but geez. Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful we live in a day and age (and city) that has these kinds of advancements, but still. I wish someone would find the cure for it soon. I don't want people to have to go through this at all.
I get nervous sometimes that I'll be getting it. I mean, mom's is due to taking hormone replacement therapy pills, but you never know.
I saw men in the cancer center when I would wait for mom. They probably has prostate cancer or colon cancer or something. I also saw many, many women in various stages of treatment. The despair and look of hopelessness is stifling. There is such a heaviness in that place. No matter how they try to decorate or make things comfortable, it's still a pissy way to spend your days.
I'm glad they're trying different things all the time to try to help their patients though. The support group seems to be one thing that is good.
The American Cancer Society was not really helpful. You have to qualify to be helped by them. I thought having cancer qualified you, but it's also your income and such. That's crap. People barely above poverty (but still broke) get cancer too. Ah, well, I digress.
ANYWAY, back to the scan... I'm glad they're watching her. I guess it's a good thing. I hope this damn thing doesn't hurt any other part of her body.
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"I get nervous sometimes that I'll be getting it. I mean, mom's is due to taking hormone replacement therapy pills, but you never know."
Hope you don't mind the intrusion here but I wanted to share something with you. When I started having the heart issues and what I thought at the time was related to thyroid problems, I started thinking about how my dad had a heart attack at 50 and how my mom and grandmother both had thyroid problems. I found myself thinking that genetically we're all screwed and I let that fear creep in that I'm going to have the same problems as them. But as I sat there obsessively thinking about that, I heard God say to me, "But you've been grafted in". What? Oh yeah.... I know it's true, we can't get away from the role of genetics altogether but we are also His and of His spirit.
K
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