My surgeon told me she was arranging appointments with a radiation oncologist and a medical oncologist. She also said I was a candidate for chemotherapy. At some point, I lumped the radiation oncologist into the doctor who would be doing my chemotherapy as well. I wasn’t sure what the medical oncologist would be doing. But I dutifully registered the appointments.
Prior to these appointments, I booked a trip to Ontario to visit with my oldest daughter who is expecting my first grandchild. Her friends had scheduled a baby shower for her and I wanted to be part of that. My parents are also living in Ontario and I wanted to visit with them.
I am so glad I was able to see my parents and daughter. My parents are aging but are doing well. My mother has dementia and has good days and she has not so good days. My brother lives with them and is helping them out as much as possible. My father is doing all the day to day chores and taking care of my mother. I wanted to send in a maid service for them but they adamantly refused. They did not want a stranger coming into their apartment. My father is very spirited for his age but he did look tired. I wish I could do more for them.
The week with my daughter and seeing my grandchild growing within her was special. Baby B is due in October. My daughter had a mid wife appointment and I went along to the appointment. Veronika will have her mid wife deliver the baby but it will be done in a hospital. There is a plan for a close friend to go with Veronika to the hospital should Baby B decide to arrive before daddy is able to be in Canada. Daddy is currently working with the UN in South Sudan and cannot get to Canada until October 17.
I was able to wash baby clothes, clean the kitchen and help put away kitchen items from my daughter’s wedding. We accomplished a lot. I cried every time I looked at the little baby clothes. I was happy I could help my daughter before Baby B arrives. My daughter was happy I could be there. I treasured the time with my daughter.