The seasons change. Life changes. The tree trunk above is on the shore of Lake Hartwell on the Georgia-South Carolina border. I took a trip to Asheville, North Carolina, a couple of weeks ago and stopped at the lake to take some pictures. The leaf color was just beginning to change and it was beautiful to see. The tree above was only a ghost of what it used to be but it still retained a strange and stark beauty.
But not all changes are beautiful. We've found out that my mother most likely has several cancers that are untreatable. That is, they are untreatable if we want the rest of her life to have any quality at all. So now we wait. She was scheduled for a PET/CT scan but, because of her dementia, she couldn't cooperate with the technicians and couldn't stay still for the scan so it was unsuccessful. Now we have to rely on the oncologist's best guess about things. But one thing we know for sure, my mother can't tolerate radiation or chemotherapy. As the oncologist put it, she's "fragile at best." Yes, she is. She's very fragile.
And right now, so am I.
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2 comments:
My thoughts and prayers and hugs are with you during this painful time of waiting.
Sherry
This old tree trunk was so poignant with your story of your mom and her cancers and how fragile your heart is- much like the bark on that old tree. But as always you found someway to make it beautiful even though it was sad.
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