so, my mom's had two more chemos since missing the symphony. and the doctor said her numbers were still too high. this time around, her treatment hasn't been as successful. but this time around, too, my dad's been in the nursing home without any progress. so i'm sure the stress of visiting him, and dealing with the incompetent social worker and insurance, and medicare, etc, has hindered her from getting better like last year's bout.
i missed father's day yesterday. my mom called me saturday while i was packing to ask if i could go visit him. she said she couldn't go, bc the effects of her last chemo would be hitting. i'm moving this upcoming thursday, and have of course left it to the last weekend to pack. i told her i couldn't, but i had planned to take a break on friday from loading, unloading, loading myself into my new apt to drive the 38 mile trek to my family's house, to visit my dad at the house. they'll be taking him to the house from the home friday morning, for his birthday. his birthday's next sunday, and my sister and her new boyfriend and troy are leaving for south padre friday afternoon. so it will all work out. i'll get the father's day/birthday visit and the last-time-to-see-troy-until-august-visit (he'll be with his father, the ass for july) all in one sitting.
and so my sister went by herself to the home to visit my dad. without troy, without me, and without my mom. and then of course called me afterwards to say that he was upset that i wasn't there. he's upset all the time. whether i'm there or not. but this last time, my sister told me, he's a bit out of his mind. he asked "how is she and that phelps boy?" that phelps boy is the high school ex. from 10 years ago.
i'm not sure if my mom knows any of this. she probably does, but won't tell me. she still wants to make sure that I am not worrying. she's worried about me. anyway, she'll be going back to work soon bc she doesn't want to go on long term disability. she will be working and chemo-ing at the same time. and by work - i mean driving to downtown dallas (38 miles) at 4 in the morning and driving back (38 miles) early afternoon, to visit my dad, and then finally go back to the house.
for some reason, maybe its bc she's convinced me, with her tenacity, i think she'll be okay. bc she's been so courageous and worked so hard and taken care of my father while still worrying about my sister and troy, and for me. that little bald lady has some kind of moxie.