I can remember the toll the chemotherapy took on my mom. This was in the late 80's when they didn't have all the drugs yet that help control the side effects of chemo. I remember her needing to take time off work to both have the chemo, and to recover from the toll it took on her body. I think she went once a week and went at the end of the day, and many times took off the following day to recover. And although I know she was sick, true to form I don't remember seeing much of it. She mostly went to her room and my dad would just say she was "tired" (although I'm sure now that she was getting sick from the chemo). Again, I can't express the gratefulness I have for my parents for doing their best to shield my brother and I from all that mom was going through.
After this phase, my mom went into remission for 13 years before she had to battle cancer again. In my next post, I'll share with you my memories and thoughts of finding out and dealing with the realization that she had metastatic cancer.



Amy, what a wonderful thing your parents did - dealing with your mom's cancer, while also allowing you and your brother to retain the innocence of your childhood. It must have been tempting at times to break down (especially if you were acting up), and tell you to lay off, Mom is VERY sick; yet they kept things normal for you.
I love how you say you didn't even have to ask your mom how she felt - about losing her breast, looking at her body. You just knew. that's the sign of a wonderful relationship.
Thanks for sharing your story. I look forward to the next chapter! PJH
PJ, You're right, and it took my becoming an adult to fully realize what they did for me. They were also very fortunate to have other friends and support around them to help out with caring for their young children, to allow us to be somewhat sheltered from what Mom was going through. The wonderful thing was when I was able to form an adult real friendship with my mom and talk to her about some of these things, it was truly beautiful.