Like most children, I am used to my parents stepping in between my brother and I to smooth over disputes. However, having to call both of my parents individually to get things settled down is not something I'm used too.
The first day of treatment which is really just getting situated in the living quarters and doing a dry run of radiation was about to start so my parents loaded up the car and set off to the large regional cancer treatment hospital. Somewhere along the way they got into road construction with misplaced detour signs that led them on a 12 mile loop, twice, that still didn't get them onto the freeway they wanted to get onto. That evidently led to some dispute between my parents.
When I got in touch with my Dad on the way home from the regional center that evening to run the farm, he was obviously upset. He thought there was something wrong with Mom's head that changed her mentally. I knew that was not true of course and that it was just stress, in both of them. I told him so and that as soon as Mom got into a routine with her treatments that things would get better (and they did) and that seemed to calm him back down. The next day when I talked to him, he was back to normal and had realized that they had just both been stressed.
After talking with Dad, I called up Mom and talked to her. She too was stressed and admitted that she had been pretty hard on Dad on the way up. She couldn't help it when she had to say goodbye knowing that everyone was healthy and here she was sick by herself. (Know that she isn't alone and has to have a person with her at all times during the initial weeks of therapy.) By the following day as we sat talking at Hope Lodge, she was back to normal and no longer worried about the radiation since she had completed her first dose out of 34 scheduled doses. I don't blame either of my parents for this because I know I would be feeling the same in either of their shoes but it certainly is a first for me getting in-between and having to smooth ruffled feathers.
Mom was still a bit stressed when I left because her chemo treatment would begin that evening. She has five chemo pills that precisely dose her on body weight that she has to take along with anti nausea drugs. She's worried about putting all those chemicals in her body and I can't blame her and have to resist telling her that the chemicals are no longer what's going to kill her. Although their are no statistics that support a cure, if there is ever to be one, her best chance is taking the chemo and getting radiation.
I'll write another post next time about the treatments and the Hope Lodge so to not make this post some long. 33 more treatments to go.