The cancer has spread even more. It's now also in her brain, her shoulder and her leg. She is losing her vision and needs help walking now. I am horrified at how quickly this is happening. It seems as though an explosion has gone off inside of her. And I suppose one has. An explosion of toxic, deadly cells that are shutting her body down one organ at a time.
Her spirits go from being her cheerful, bubbly self, to being down and despondent. I don't know how to help her, but I'm trying.
Here she is with her granddaughter last week:
*photo of MJ and H:
And again, with my dad:
Dad seems to have settled into a routine and is accepting the situation. It's hard on him; my dad doesn't do well with normal stresses of life, let alone this huge upending of his routine. But he's getting by. After she passes will be a different story.
My aunt and uncle are visiting them this week, so Dad and MJ are in good hands. MJ has a wish to take a hot air balloon ride with my dad. She has talked about this dream since before they got married. It's scheduled for next week. I hope it goes well and that she enjoys herself.
In the car this morning, Bumblebee asked me when Grandpa and Grandma Mary Jane will be coming back to Iowa. I told her that it would be a while. I was surprised that she didn't know that MJ is dying. I hadn't specifically told her that, but she's been present when we've talked about it so much lately.
I explained that Grandma MJ is very sick, and that she probably won't be coming back to Iowa with Grandpa. I told her that she had cancer and it was spreading in many parts of her body.
"Just like Bob?" she asked. Bob was The Husband's uncle who passed away two years ago.
"Yes. Just like Bob." I told her.
She began to cry. Seeing her cry made a lump form in my throat. I had to take deep breaths to keep it under control.
I guess this is hard on all of us...