3/25/21

Thursday. Jessica typing, Patty mostly conscious next to her.

Once upon a time (when she heard about the cancer), a good friend gave Mom this great "Save the Hooters" shirt and she's been wearing it constantly. I think she deliberately spreads out her laundry so she can wash it every couple of days. Here she is on the day of surgery:

Save the Hooters shirt image

So on Saturday, we were hanging out by the firepit in the back yard, having an appetizer and chatting. Dad wanted to take a picture of Mom, but then, "what is that dark spot on your shirt, honey?" Mom looks down and she is ON FIRE. I mean, she's always on fire, but for real this time. A large ember had landed on her shirt, burned through it, burned through her bra, burned through the padding underneath, and finally gone out just before burning her. She was in tears. She called her friend the next day and found out it had been custom made by her daughter for her. Oh lordy. "What did you spill on it?" came the accusatory but joking tone. "Nothing..." replied Mom, then spilled the beans. They had a good laugh thankfully, but if you see Mom wearing a Save the Hooters shirt with a burn hole in it, give her a hard time, please.


Tuesday was an unusually icky evening for the day of chemo, apparently. They usually aren't too bad and Mom & Dad sometimes go out to dinner, but Mom got woozy and felt crappy that evening. At bedtime she even broke down and took *gasp* a pain pill.

Wednesday was surprisingly nice by comparison. I've been cooking omelets each morning for everybody, but I had to work remotely so Dad attempted it this morning. The first one ended up just scrambled eggs with cheese and veggies, but by the third one he was looking like a pro and they were all delicious. Mom & I researched some new compression garments online, looking for a glove to wear with the sleeve she bought at the local store. We looked at lots of online stores, researching compression pressure, finger length, reviews, return policies, you name it.

Wouldn't you know it; in the end we piled into the car and went back to the local store to get a glove and another straightjacket bra. We didn't end up leaving until almost 2pm and unfortunately, her day-after injection started when we were just about to check out. We'd already picked out a glove, though, so she just sat there and drank some water while we finished up. She didn't take the glove off for the rest of the day. She says it's going to help keep her left thumbnail on (gross, Mom).

Today is pretty awful. She had a poor night, stayed in bed late, and hasn't moved from the couch since she got up. She's been willing to drink juice and eat a little, though.

Last time they went out, Mom asked Dad to take her to one of those places where they cook in front of you. He took her to Subway.


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