My mom, as I've mentioned on this ol' blog in the past, has gone through chemotherapy to kill the cancerous cells all over her body caused by lymphoma. Well, she made it through the heavy chemo without really getting sick at all - a major answer to prayer, because her oncologist warned her that pneumonia was a bigger threat to her than the chemo was. So, the very fact that she didn't get ONE sickness while she was so immunocompromised was a miracle.
Fast forward to two months ago... and she gets a cold. A bad one. Deep in her chest. Infecting her sinuses. Making her smell cigarette smoke at all times. "It'll just go away", they said. "Here, take these antibiotics." Three rounds of antibiotics later, and it's even worse than ever.
I don't need to go into any gory details, but she was the lowest health-wise that I've ever seen her. She couldn't even make it out of the house to do Christmas shopping, which is one of her favourite activities of the year normally. We spent the Christmas season as close to her as we could be, soaking in the moments when she was well enough to enjoy the activity around her, and had enough of an appetite to try some of the rich Christmas nosh.
Her fragile health made me so, so thankful for the time we've had with her, when we took her health and energy for granted. Every day she's gaining strength, while she waits for more and more tests to ascertain just what's going on inside of her lungs.
Prayers are appreciated!
