Mom and I are sitting in the car at Whole Foods Market. I've managed to feed her some pulled pork, the only thing that sounded somewhat appealing to her from the list dad and I rattled off from the deli selection.
She looks at me, tired.
"I can handle losing my hair," she says, "But I don't want to lose my eyebrows."
Valarie
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Nate just shared your site with me... and I've spent the rest of my workday reading about your Diane, and thinking of the crummy deal this OC club is with its growing ranks.
Who would've thought that two weeks to the day after you had to sit in that sunny lobby with the hospital pager, I was in the same exact spot (yet closer to a different coast here in New England) with my dad awaiting the beeper-prefaced news on my mom. My thoughts were with you all, and now are all the more as shared by my family, and I will certainly be checking up on the favored recipes and offering up our own if it can help! Best to you all, with lots of love and healing laughter, togetherness, and hugs...
Hi Sara--
Thanks for the nice note. I hoped you'd find some good thoughts in here--some sense of what to expect with your own mum. I well remember that car ride when you described her symptoms and they were so eerily similar to what our mom had just experienced.
-nate
On the general theme of eyebrows in the original post, perhaps a visit by Grandma Linda is in order? She is a master of the drawn-on eyebrows. And delicious homemade protein and nutrient-rich meals? And you can't buy fish like that at Fred Meyer!
Sara,
Thank you for the kind thoughts. So sorry about your own mom. The love and best wishes of family and friends really do make a difference in our coping with such a blunt reality switch. The very best to you and your family.
Diane
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