Goo is doing much better. She’s eating again (finally). After two weeks of minor surgeries and scan, after scan, after scan – we’re home. For now.
Every three weeks, we will be admitted to the hospital. In between then, we go weekly for chemotherapy. For six weeks, we go five days a week for radiation.
I’m an educated person. I consider myself to be of at least average intelligence. I have a pre-med background with a degree in Biology and minor in Chem. That being said, the barrage of information I now have to memorize and juggle is challenging at times, largely because I’m now terrified of letting anyone but the Nerd or I care for her. How I’m going to care for her, and continue being a good mom for Punkin and Smush, and a good wife to the Nerd, can seem a little taxing at times.
In the hospital, I kept thinking about how I would manage to sanitize the whole house when I got home. And figure out meals as we adjusted to our new normal. Chemo can affect taste, and given that Goo has never been the greatest eater, I had no idea where to even start.
As it turns out, I didn’t have to. Friends came over and sanitized our house floor to ceiling. The Nerd kept up with all the picking up, laundry, and regular chores. People started contributing to a schedule to bring us meals daily. We started receiving gas gift cards, groceries, and offers to help from more people than we can count.
And through it all, Goo is an inspiration. I have to give her a needle every night as part of her regimen, and even though she fights it, she hugs me after and tells me I’m still the best Mommy ever.
Kids are so much tougher than adults.
