It’s not just her fight, it’s the family’s

Today we went to see the breast care specialist.  After examining Mrs VS and removing the remainder of her staples, he declared that she was healing nicely, albeit a little slower than he’d like.  We still don’t have the results of last week’s MRI and PET scans, should know more on Wednesday.

Tomorrow’s procedure to implant the port for chemo has been postponed until the drains have been removed.  The oncologist was a little hasty in scheduling that procedure according to the BCS.  Mrs. VS is slowly getting back into life, she’s walking Blacktop, the Housepest, at night and folding laundry during the day.

PIT#1 doesn’t like the extra work being thrust upon her as PITs 2&3 haven’t quite figured out that Mom isn’t able to cook, clean, and tend to their whims like she used to.

I’m struggling to keep my business open for walk-in traffic, keep my corporate clients happy, and be there for my beloved when she needs me.  Don’t get me wrong, I understand that this is about getting her better and making sure Mrs VS is in the 76% survivor category as opposed to being another cancer victim.

I feel like Captain Kangaroo being hit by Mr. Moose’s 77th consecutive “Knock Knock” joke and the mountain of ping pong balls has buried me up to my neck.  I’m just thankful that I am self-employed and can take the time to be there for my wife.  I just didn’t realize her cancer was going to be such on emotional strain on the whole family.  I envisioned that I would be her rock.  The stable part of her life, isn’t that implied in the “For Better, For Worse”?

Day 14 of being a cancer survivor family.