Mom with boy

Cathy came through the surgery wonderfully, but the following meeting with the oncologist was less than encouraging. "We got all the cancer as far as we can tell," she said guardedly, "But just to make sure I'm prescribing nine months of chemotherapy. It's fairly standard in cases like this." "Fairly standard!" That's what she'd said. Well let me tell you, I have never in my entire life seen such torture! What those drugs did to Cathy was absolutely barbaric! She was so sick I found myself wondering if death wouldn't be better. Night after night I would get her into bed after a day of injections, followed by hours of sickness, throwing up, dry heaves. As soon as she was in bed and relatively settled, I would melt into Kelly's arms and we both cried until there simply weren't any tears left. I have never experienced anything so horrible in my entire life! At the same time, I realized just how much I loved that lady. Christmas 1994 was really special. Our children all believed their mother wouldn't be around next year, so they all descended on our little house for the holidays. Kelly had moved out, so Bobbi and Jeff, with Jessica their daughter, and Kelly, all somehow crammed into the house for the Christmas season. The North Carolina weather was atmom with boy .best and we had an incredible time! But Cathy fooled them all again and came through her chemo, and was declared free of cancer. To this day she appears cancer free, but the ordeal had takenmom with boy .toll. She now had no uterus, no ovaries, one breast; her energy level is a quarter what mom with boy was and her tolerance to colds, flu and the like is all but gone. But she is still here. I guess I've come to the point where I have to tell you about Kelly.