Mom had another successful Poosh today. In and out in 15 minutes. Then, more Japanese food. Just before the meal she said, “I’m not very hungry. I’ll just have a little bit.” Then, she ate all of her tempura, sushi and rice and some of Kim’s plate. She even joked that she was thinking about eating the chopsticks. She just kept commenting on how inventive the Japanese were in making food. “How ingenious it is to make Tempura vegetables. Very creative.” We come by our love for food honestly. Grandma Mary (mom’s mom) could not eat a meal without grunting her satisfaction and pleasure. Armenian means “lovers and inventors of the foods of the world.” No kidding. Look it up.
Dad continues to help at home. True, he doesn’t do the laundry right. True, he isn’t the best cook. True, he isn’t proficient in the ways of cleaning. No, he isn’t a skilled shopper. :-) But this much we know. He loves mom. He loves her deeply. And who could ask for more. Dad doesn’t show it or talk about it but he is dealing with so very much. He needs your prayers and support.
Finally, mom has just finished day 8 of 33 days of Poosh. This is 24%. Or in other words, she is ¼ of the way done. She is handling the treatments very well. She is tired and mildly nauseated but it could be far worse. Our hopes and prayers are that the tumors are dying. That these monstrous cells are unable to recover from the Poosh and the Koosh. That mom’s white blood cells are attacking them and sweeping their remains out of her body. Our hopes and our prayers are for a miracle.
Some say that the percentages are very low that mom will survive this calamity. Well, imagine the statistics regarding the safe crossing of the
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i believe in miracles---
we love you MMW AND ALL-------
Sweet Liz you are healed
bingolottis are waiting for you Liz---
let me know----
love you- sicilian- dreamer
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