This has been the saddest Mothers Day that I have ever known.
Bobby called Saturday and told me he was to weak to take me
out, (he had chemo on Wed.) but that he had arranged for
Ellie and the girls to take me out to lunch and to pick out
what I wanted for Mothers Day. I went, but of course what I
want is for him to be well and I wasn't in a festive mood.
I went over this afternoon to take some Guacamole to try to
tempt him to eat and he is so very thin. I can hardly bear
to see him suffer with the fever and nausea this chemo causes.
As I write this, tears are pouring down my face. His agony
is my agony.
I think his effort to see that I had a nice holiday is what
has broken me down and made the tears come. I seldom cry
and maybe I need to. It grieves me so to think my boy is
so sick and that there is nothing that I can do to help.
I would like to get him to the cancer treatment center in
Tulsa. I am not happy with his oncologist.