Journal Entry 3 ..... The sad state of the medical doctors ...and froggy handkerchiefs

Well, so far, neither doctor has called to talk to my mother about her scans from Monday and the fact that there is no more they can do....she's sitting upstairs waiting to discuss what we're going to do next........what a poor reflection on these doctors who are supposed to walk her through this process...i think it's remarkably unfair....the nurses called today and Mom put them off because she says there's nothing to discuss with them until she hears from the doctor.....in the mean time, I feel like a fraud walking around here pretending like everything is ok....remind me to write a screen play when this is all over..we can call it, "you're kidding me right?"....also, does anyone have any 14yo girls? My niece told my sister last night that when I'm here, everything is worse because I talk about the medical situation and it's too much...so when she's around, I am not to discuss Mom.....ok...then.....I think the rules are "let's pretend everything is ok...and when we find Mom passed out in bed, we'll just say, "she's not passed out, she's playing at being intoxicated..perhaps she had too much to drink last night....."....Also, the fact that she can't stand has nothing to do with the fact that she's sick, she's practicing a new dance step called, "sitting in bed all day with nothing to do"....finally, the soup I gave her earlier was in too big a bowl, although it all fit in the bowl, she wanted a smaller bowl, so I went downstairs and put it in a shot glass and called it bourbon.....she was thrilled.....ahhhh the joys of cancer....must run now, the garbage needs to go to the local recycle bin, we don't use the regular garbage service, "they are not green enough".....oh and finally, we are making our own tissues for Mom.....you cut up soft old clothing into quadratic triangles, that have pretty paisley flowers, and make them into the shapes of frogs....that makes her happy......sigh....