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When Someone You Love is Dying
Dying Does Not Mean You Are a Victim
I hope this finds you all well and celebrating life. I want to send out a huge thank you to my readers who have given me love, light, compassion and encouragement as my mother-in-law and I deal with her breast cancer and imminent death. It still makes me hold my breath a moment when I say that, because I love her, and it’s always so hard to say goodbye to someone you love, but thanks to all the positive energy you’re sending our way and thanks to her attitude about the whole thing, we’re doing okay.
We’re half way through the chemo treatments, and I have to say, so far, they’ve been really easy (I know, easy for me to say, but she agrees). She lost her hair, and she’s more tired than usual, but other than that, she’s had no other side effects, for which we are both very grateful. Her wig is gorgeous, and she ordered some turbans, which prompted this update. She greeted me the other day in a lavender turban that was slightly askew, but it looked kind of stylish off center, like some kind of new fashion statement. I’d picked up lunch for us, and she was starving, so we sat down to eat.
My mother-in-law’s name is Mildred, but I call her Mom. Some of you asked for her name, so there it is. Mom told me that since she’s been relegated to wearing either a wig or a turban, she thinks she…
