One treatment down, thirty seven to go

Yesterday was my mom's first treatment. I took off work to go with my dad and it is a good thing. I love my dad with all of my heart and soul, but he doesn't handle stress very well. Of course since it was the first day of treatment, things were not going to go smoothly. We did her blood work first and then went straight over to get the radiation. It didn't take long and we left to go home an hour after her appt time.

We got her out of the car and up the steps at my parent's when my grandmother came running out saying that my brother (who works at the hospital) had called and we needed to come back for the Avastin IV. This was initially supposed to start a few weeks after the radiation, but since the radiation was postponed earlier, they wanted to go ahead and get that started. Daddy didn't even remember them telling us that she would get the Avastin.

He got so upset. I literally made him leave after we got back. I don't mean to make him sound worse, but yells when he is emotional about things. I really do love him and my DH will tell you that I am just like him. We don't have the same opinion on things, but we will both argue our points until we are blue in the face. But today wasn't the time for it. My mom didn't need to have to worry about Daddy losing it. He has been amazing with her since this began. I truly can't imagine what he is feeling watching her go through this. I know my world would be rocked if it were my spouse.

Here is a beautiful song that has made me cry every time I listen to it. This sums up how I feel and how I imagine Daddy is feeling:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iyU4S7yHFo&feature=share