Quality or Quantity?

A quiet Saturday morning around here. R is out working in the yard, M is off on one of her tutoring jobs, C is at a friends house. I am taking a vitC treatment and just soaking up the peace and enjoying some fuzzy new hair on my head.

It’s been three weeks since my last chemo treatment. I can feel myself slowly gaining some energy and feeling a bit more upbeat than in recent months. The doxil will probably not show any positive results for two or three treatments and only then will we know if it’s going to help. I plan on using this time to get more focused on future alternatives, getting as many different opinions as I can. I must be able to make informed decisions as I continue down this path.

Yesterday, I received news of yet another ovca pal, someone I only know virtually and through her blog The Carcinista http://carcinista.com/ that has decided to tuck it in. She’s been struggling mightily in recent months and refusing more treatment is the next step in this rather awful process we chronic cancer patients are faced with. I highly recommend her blog. She has a wicked sense of humor and a truly lovely take on the cancer business. Her decision? Quality or quantity?

Although I want desperately to live, I have to also be aware and cognizant of what my own limits are. Someday, I will have to say “Uncle!” and only I can determine when that will be. I have a constant ‘conversation’ running through my head on this subject and have since my diagnosis. I also have regular discussions with Richie about how and when and why. These are usually accompanied by major crying jags and always when I am feeling compromised physically.

There is no satisfaction in this line of thinking, but there is a level of comfort for me. While I want M and C to know I am fighting hard to stay with them, they are living the disease as much as I am. And the realities of the disease are not pretty. We’ve enjoyed many wonderful moments in our lives together, but we have also had some extremely difficult times and a good mama takes care of her babies (no matter how old they get) as long as she can. And if there is one thing I can lay claim to - it is my ‘good mama’ status. So, I always make decisions with them in mind. How much more can I take? And how much more can my gang weather? This is not an easy path.

When The Carcinista made her decision to improve the quality of her life and be the mama her boys needed, I had a good long cry. I know in the end, no matter what happens to me, my babies will be okay. They are loved and can love, smart and beautiful, kind and funny. What more could a mother ask for? Time would be nice, but none of us have any control over that issue.

So for today I am thankful for the time I have had and for the chance to have this life. And I will hope for an even better tomorrow, one full of family and laughter and love. And I will know that I do have a life of quality, right here and now.

Happy Easter, thanks for all the meals, and for the love and good wishes.
Maggie