Yowzer

Now that was tough.

Try watching an interpretive breast cancer dance over the shoulder of your crying father as he rubs your mothers shoulders as she weeps, her body ravaged by the effects of cancer. Yowzer. What a moment.

On another note...

Mom made cards for her radiation team. For Gail, "I created an orange card with a brown football that said 'It's amazing, the Browns win the Super Bowl' on the outside and '...but it's not amazing as you' on the inside.

I laughed when I heard that one! Come on Eric Mangini!

Dad's talking about swearing off pizza. "My last piece was at the hospital." Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it. But I certainly, certainly wish him the absolute most luck and will not tempt him! And neither should any of you reading this. If you are ever with Dad, tell him you read on this here blog that he swore off pizza -- then SMACK the piece of pizza right from his hand. But don't be mean, buy him a salad. Yeah, salad rocks.

Mom's crying. She's talking about the patients she's met while waiting for her radiation and she's worried about them. I don't catch all the names or details but I can tell they have become very important to her.

She's done crying. Now she's on the phone with Jen, the youngest, asking "Did you used to call marshmallow's marmishes?"

"No, not me," Jen replies. They talk about Mom's 'field trips' to the hospital and how she'll miss them. I remind her of the wheel chair races that she'll be able to do in the hall. She has racing in her blood and she likes that comment. I think the pain medicine she just took is beginning to work.

I tuck her in her bed then leave for the night. She's looking forward to another night of dancing.