Oct 30, 2010 - 9:14 pm
Last night I was at the ER with my husband who is diagnosed with liver cancer. They had him NPO because they were planning on possible anesthesia. I got a little styrofoam cup with ice chips and a spoon for him, and when I spooned out some ice for him, I was reminded of the months I spent in the hospital caring for my mom, who spent the last few months of her life unable to eat solid foods. I used to spoon her ice chips, too. I had a major flashback moment with some very sad feelings and became a blubbering, snotty mess, right at the time my husband needed me most.
Mom passed a few days before last Christmas, and we got hubbys cancer diagnosis at the end of July this year. I hate cancer.