Saturday, November 5, 2011

Watching Conan O'Brien From His Recliner

When I spoke to my son this morning to see how he was feeling, I was grateful to hear him say that he was feeling better.  In fact he actually said that he was doing well.

Joe has had a tough couple of weeks.  He has been in and out of the hospital for various procedures to help relieve some of the painful symptoms he has been experiencing.

I try to tell myself that I should appreciate the times when Joe is free from pain.   Just thinking about those words though..."at least he is free from pain for a little while"  makes me so very angry.

He deserves so much more than that!

 He should be able to pick up his son, toss him in the air and giggle and laugh with his boy.

But sometimes all Joe can manage to do from his recliner is reach out his finger and touch Domani's little finger.

He should be able to eat two big helpings of my lasagna instead of a couple of spoonfuls of jello.

Anne was able to get tickets for the taping of the Conan O'Brien show.  Conan is one of Joe's favorites.
They were supposed to go on Tuesday.   But instead Joe spent the day in the hospital having an emergency procedure.
He should have been sitting in that audience laughing out loud at Conan's silliness.

Tomorrow my family is getting together for picture day.   It's supposed to be a beautiful sunny day.  Everyone is meeting at the park near where Joe's house is.   We are all hoping that Joe can make it.
But if all he can manage is a few minutes in his back yard, we will be grateful for that.

Sadly and sometimes with much anger I have come to know all too well the incredible highs and lows of the roller coaster ride that is Cancer.


  1. I got nothing for you.  I have lived it, but not from your seat.  I hope I never do.  Hugs too you.  That's all I got.