So much to say and most importantly, Mom still fights!


I wish i was good at actually getting on here and writing, I know someday this journey will be important and i will want to read about it. But living it and actually finding time to write about it is a whole different story. I'm only going to outline the past year and a half, and actually write the full story a nother time.

Mom has been on chemo ever since diagnosed with the lung cancer. A few breaks in treatment where the chemo made her so sick she had to be hospitalized, kidneys shutting down, chemo to strong, etc.
Cancer in her arm has broken bone twice, once it was the actual tumor that broke bone.
Second time she got a charlie horse, and because the cancer had eaten so much of the bone, what was left just broke when the muscle contracted.
Looks like cancer has now metastasized to femur, rib, and just last week we took her to ER for fatigue and severe headaches, which turned out to be tumor in her brain.

The brain cancer is where we are at now, and as you can imagine it is the scariest part of this journey so far. I'll try to give an adequate update sometime soon. Cancer sucks.

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  1. HeatherFebruary 12, 2013 at 1:24 PM

    Hi,

    I have a quick question about your blog, do you think you could e-mail me?

    Heather

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    1. ButterflyOctober 26, 2017 at 2:34 PM

      Sorry I'm so late, feel free to email me if you still have questions. hollyreagon@hotmail.com

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