Bad news. My mom was undergoing another round of treatment and she was not doing well. But we still had hope the new regimen could work. Even though she looked like she felt miserable. Her treatments were once a week 187 miles away in Utah at the Huntsman Cancer Institute. But she wanted to be home especially after being stuck in Utah all summer during her previous treatment. It was a dismal summer for her being away from her home it took her 47 years to create. So this time, we sent her to Utah once a week and let her be in her home as much as possible.
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An Open Letter
To Leukemia,
I hate you.
You may suppose I’m not an articulate person because the word “hate” has lost its power in recent years and has become an overused verb. Let me assure you, in my vocabulary,”hate” still carries the full emotion and power of its original definition. I use it sparingly and reserve it only for you.
Things Happen
This is my recollection of events that changed my family’s life.
It was in the fall of 2007 and my mom had been sick for months. Though, every time she was questioned about it, she always had a self-diagnosis ready. My dad had torn his rotator-cuff and needed surgery in Laramie, 200 miles to the east. I had just started a new job and wasn’t comfortable enough requesting time off which meant mom had to take him. I knew she wasn’t physically well but she insisted on being his driver. I prayed the whole time they were gone that they would have a safe trip.
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