my mom

my mom
a picture of my mother first diagnosed in 2000

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Something to think about

I told my mom I talked to Dr. Marc. She was happy to hear from him, but also told me not to under estimate her doctor. I get that she has an awesome doctor, who is always on her A game. However, I told her there is nothing wrong with being educated. She says these studies are all talk, which okay some seem that way. But it's still hope that something is being done. I told my mom that we need all the information and education we can get, because that day will come where we will need to look into other options for treatment and when that day comes, I want to be ready. I know she thinks I'm looking or reading too much into this, but how can I not? She's my mother and she's sick. God bless my mom for letting me ramble my ideas with her. I don't know how she puts up with me sometimes, but I'm glad she does. I love you mom just in case your reading this :)
P.S I have decided to go back to my psychologist to learn how to better deal with my mother and her having ovarian cancer. So these posts going forward should become more enlightening and entertaining as I attempt to wrap my head around the many ways to look at this situation. Stay tuned for more fun :)

Phone Tag Part I Completed...

Finally got in touch with Dr. Marc! He's such an amazing doctor. Though he could not give me any new info on treatments, he did offer to look into it and let me know once he asked around. As always, his prayers are with my mother. It's funny how to some doctors you are just another number. But to those who truley care, you are more than just a number. Dr. Marc is a part of our family even though we are not related he has our back. This is why he's always booked and busy. Depsite this, I willingly wait as many hours as I need to, or book in like 2 months in advance to see him. Why you may ask? The answer is simple. There is no other doctor who takes the time to check up to see how we are when he is off duty. He remembers all those small details. To doctor Marc we are not a number we are a life with a story. This is why myself and everyone else who is a patient of his is willing to wait 2 hours to see him and/or book in advance. As crazy as this may seem, good doctors are hard to find. And the best thing about him is that he never forgets where he came from. I have run into him from the Costco food court to the Ralphs supermarket. Costco was a shocker because he's a doctor and he has money. He could afford to eat anything. Instead he opts to eat there. He's also a doctor who loves his job. I personally could not do it, but that's why they pay him the big bucks. :) And he never stops advertising abstinence. He has a sperm sticker on his SUV that says "It only takes one" What can I say, he's Dr. Marc and he's truely one of a kind. My mother and I are grateful that he is in our lives helping in any way he can. Thank you Dr. Marc if you ever read this, my mother and I will never be able to repay the kindness and prayers you have given us. You are definately the best OB/GYN doctor in the world hands down. Most of all, you are truely an angel. Next on my list for phone tag... Dr. Burnette :)

Phone tag

Dr. Marc called me back yesterday! He has good news for me... so lets see if he's the answer to my prayer. As of now, we are still playing phone tag. More to come...

Love is

Love is patient, love is kind, love endures all things, hopes all things, believes all things, love conquers all. I've heard this mainly with romantic relationships, but I think it can be used for all types of relationships. When I think of this common phrase, I think of all the love a mother has for her daughter. Having a daughter of my own, I know how it feels to have your daughter look at you with such amazement. It's the same look I give my mother when she endures chemo. I think about how if that were me going through it, I don't think I would have latest as long as my mother. She has a high pain tolerance, where I do not. I wish at times I was more like her. I admire and cherish all she has taught and given me. This was the first christmas she bought me a present. Usually we don't because its all about the kids, but this year she surprised me. Its those surprises that reassure me her love is always with me. Despite any regrets, love endures a lot. My one regret is always having to be strong in front of her, when I really feel like curling up in a ball in her lap like I did when I was a child. Its the hardest thing not to cry in front of someone. I wish I could cry to her and tell her how much it hurts me to see her in pain. But I cannot, because its what I've been forced to believe by family. A moment of weakness will worry her. I can only believe and hope that at the end love will conquer over ovarian cancer.