My mom and sister came down to DC yesterday so that sister could meet with a professor about a project. Crazy chick is into Russian and Chinese poli-sci. Having attempted to learn Russian myself, I don’t envy her language classes. I’m a Romance languages girl.
Anyway, really really good news from my mom. As I’ve mentioned before, she has terminal carcinoid cancer. We’ve known about it for 3 years or so and it’s what first sent me into depression (apparently I had the genes and it was a trigger).
She’s been amazingly proactive about it all—finding the right doctors and specialists, joining groups, researching the disease and the treatment. It’s quite possible she wouldn’t have made it this long without all her work.
Her most recent treatment amuses me because it’s a combination of treatments for brain cancer and breast cancer. But it’s treating her liver.
The good news? IT’S WORKING!!!!
This treatment is only meant to slow the cancer’s growth. But on of the large mets (tumors) has actually shrunk a little. 3mm sounds small, but it’s great in this context.
The news hasn’t exactly given me hope that she’ll win the war with cancer. It’s metasticized and it’s a funky one that’s hard to treat. But for now she’s winning the battle. And she’s still able to do things she enjoys.
In fact, she’s reframed her situation from being someone dying of a terminal illness to “a semi-invalid with a chronic condition.” (sounds so much like something an upper-class English lady might have had.) It doesn’t seem like she has illusions that it’ll go away, but she isn’t letting it stop her from living. She just has to take it easy when being treated. And she’s made a number of end-of-life preparations—wills, living will, power of attorney, all that.
I have to say, I have the best mom in the world. Ever.