Sorry for the light posting, but I've been sidetracked by my Business of Life. My mother, 84, just back Friday from a three week visit to Switzerland and Italy, went into the hospital on Monday. She told us it was a minor medical procedure.
Well, we found out later that day that, in fact, a major surgery was planned. Only mid afternoon did we learn that she had undergone a lumpectomy - the removal of the upper lobe of her left lung along with a 1.5 cm cancerous nodule.
My brother and I spoke to her surgeon after the operation who told us it was stage 1A - the best score you can get with cancer because it's at such an early stage.
She's doing remarkably well according to the doctors and all her nurses who are amazed at her strength and should be home in less than a week. She was even making jokes in the recovery room
I've been on the shuttle run to the airport collecting brothers and sisters and ferrying them to the hospital and talking to her friends and other relatives.
That's the way life is. Everything seems the same, then, suddenly everything changes.
Posted by Jill Fallon at October 19, 2005 9:09 PM | PermalinkHi Jill,
Catching up on blog reading and read this. How is your mom doing now? Seems like moms still don't want us to worry about them: "minor medical prodecure"!? I'll keep her in my prayers.