The Weekend

I didn't take notes last year so some things are very clear and some remain a little fuzzy. I think Bekah returned on this weekend although it might have been a few days later. Although Marsha was not doing particularly well in the getting comfortable category, she didn't seem to have any adverse reaction to the chemotherapy. We have had a lot of laughs about this period of time. I would move Marsha from the bed to the couch helping her with the wheelchair and the oxygen tubing following behind only to have her uncomfortable one way on the couch and needing to be turned to the other end of the couch, only to think she might do better in the wheelchair, only to think the couch was better and on and on it went. I have said many times that one job for a teenager is to make sure we don't miss them when they leave. It was as if Marsha thought that was her job. Often she would just wait for me to sit down before the next request would come. Pat would say she was perfectly content if I was out until she heard me walk through the door and then she would yell Dana, and I would be off to the races. Really her greatest fear was not being able to catch her breath and in many positions she would get that feeling that she couldn't catch her breath. It was mostly an anxiety that built up more and more once it began, but it was very real to her. I would have done anything to take away that anxiety, but I couldn't.