Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
My mother lucked out by being referred to one of the new oncologists at the Grand River Cancer Centre…and getting an appointment for next Tuesday with a lymphoma specialist.
I actually enjoyed some post-Christmas visits with friends today…and didn’t have quite as many feelings of guilt about it.
My mother sounds a little more calm in the last day or so. Her family doctor told her that she too believes my mother has low-grade, localized cancer.
But this coming Tuesday…
This coming Tuesday remains D-Day. If there is any justice in the world, Tuesday January 10, 2006 will be the day the oncologist tells my mother that her second CAT scan shows localized, treatable, Stage 1 lymphoma…and nothing else.
Only then, will I actually feel like I can unclench my chest from the vice grip it’s been in since December 27, 2005 – a day I will hate forever more.
Only then will I let myself think of letting my life pick up where it left off…like it ever could.
