That was the title of my mom’s most recent email to my siblings and me. After nine rounds of Taxotere, Dad has said no mas…
I don’t think it was a difficult decision, although Dad wasn’t quite sure when we last talked about this, over a week ago. Yet, I could see this coming at the party; he was as weary as I’ve ever seen him, gripping his cane, along with the arm of whoever was near. But his smile still shone, his words upbeat, albeit spoken in a voice thin and tired. That was what ended the chemo; Dad is tired of being so dog-gone tired. His PSA only dropped .2 last month, down to 6.2, which is wonderful compared to his numbers at the beginning of this year, in the low 80s. Now we wait, which is all anyone can do, to see how the PSA responds, and how Dad heals. Chemo was to aid in this battle, but what a brutal tool it has been.
Still, none of us bemoan these past months; life is a cycle of ebbs and flows, and my father isn’t the only one with health issues. The Brother-In-Law Quilt is (finally) coming together, and while it’s still plenty hot in California, I want it to be finished before that BIL has his own medical procedures. Not that my BIL is going to need a quilt to stave off the chills, but I hope this blanket will warm his heart, as surgery looms. This quilt is sort of saying, “Yes, serious treatments sit on the horizon, but soon enough they will be over, and cooler days will have come, and you can stay toasty under this rather busy comforter.”
And be thinking of hunting trips for 2015 too.
However, not all quilts are camo-themed; I’m back to florals and bright prints, for a family who needs some quilty love. The fabrics below will form some mum-daughter quilts to go along with the toddler patchwork which has already been removed from the quilt wall, to make room for another expression of affection. It’s like instead of a get well or miss you card, I throw together a quilt. Dad started the mission, and on it goes.
Maybe my youngest daughter was right, when coining my quest, that everyone needs a quilt. In between revisions, baseball, and the annual housecleaning extravaganza (yesterday it was the interior of my fridge and hallway baseboards, today is the living room dusting and baseboards), quilts are pieced together with the utmost of love and care.
And tomorrow will take care of itself, PSA-wise and whatever else comes along.