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occasional musings of a southern girl when she has a chance to think and ...

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

the thing with feathers

My mom had her last scheduled chemo today. The doctors say everything is looking good. They want to do another CAT scan in the next few weeks to see what's happening with the tumor on her spine. They're thinking the tumor might be gone, that after this last treatment, she might actually be in remission.

Mom says she's afraid to get too excited, afraid to hope. I tell her not to hold back--what's to be gained by avoiding happiness?

But I get it. I'm scared, too. But happy.

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