Life, continued (22+ months)

[adinva]

Chemo started last Thursday, and mom seems really good. Cheerful and sweet. She has new shoes she just loves. She thinks my dad is handsome even though he's finally starting to lose some of his hair. Her knee hurts. She tells strangers she's going to lose her hair. She's excited a wig is on order that looks just like her hair. My dad is terrified of being hospitalized because he needs to be able to take care of her; I told him not to worry because my sister and I could step in if that happens, but that's small comfort and I know it. I bring them flowers from my garden and my dogs to pat. My mom loves my dogs, she gives them constant attention. My dad feeds them under the table. Grand-dogs are like grand-children that way.

I spent most of Easter in the ER with them. They'll be OK. Watched tennis and read magazines with my mom while we waited for my dad to find out that on x-ray his back looks like it should hurt, nothing out of the ordinary. Situation normal, all f'd up.

I am surviving the last day of spring break. Chased a teenager with a carton of beer out of my house Saturday night. There haven't been any candles, open windows, funky smells, in the basement but they still try to get alcohol. Interrupted a bro-shower and explained to them that it's no longer allowed and why. The blank stares I get are surreal; I don't know how I would have reacted to a friends' mom lecturing me about drugs but I guess a blank stare is a pretty standard part of the teenage armamentarium.

I love Easter, it's a bittersweet holiday that was my Grandma's favorite. I love it more than Christmas. The hymns are ringing in my head even though I didn't make it to church. Decided the blue bunny peeps taste better than the yellow chick peeps. I got a huge amount of spring cleanup done in my garden, and this time I'm doing first the parts that I see the most. The dogs appreciate having fresh mulch to race through; I think it must feel good between their toes.