Mom sounded great on Saturday. She’s starting to eat again. The cancer in her liver has shrunk to smaller than a millimeter. Nothing returns anywhere in her body. In this case, they’d stop chemo and switch her to oral medication.
2 a.m. last night my dad called. The maid found mom
on the floor by the bed walking in circle in the living room. She was conscious but couldn’t move her left side. It appeared to be a stroke. She just came out of CATscan half an hour ago. My dad will call in to report the progress. A friend of my brother is a neurologist and his theory is that it’s a blood clot that lodge in her brain blood vessel, not a stroke.
Mom is stablized. And alive. And apparently stubborn as hell as she could be sometimes. She needed to stay still and rest, but she had been trying to get up and wouldn’t go to sleep. So yeah, she’s fighting it.
She’d probably never full recover. But we don’t know that just yet.
On my way into work this morning, a fist fight broke out on the train in my car. 3 scrawny blakc kids and one big black kid. I was going to run out the door too, but the fight already travelled all the way to where I was and I couldn’t get around them to get out. So all I could do is stood up and tried to blend into the wall right where I stood. Thank god no one has any weapons or anything. Because I’m fucking right next to the action.
I don’t ride the blue line any more. Except for a rare occasion like this morning. And I’m safe.
Pray for my mom, y’all. I know you’ve been praying already. And I thank you.