The second bout of chemo, again went well. Mum tended to get a bit hot and sweaty when the taxol was administered. I went with her for nearly all six sessions. Gord didn`t offer once. Not that i would have had it any different, but a bit of support wouldn`t have gone a miss.
Mums hair started to matt. It just went into this type of dreadlock thing, perched on the top of her head. She had made the decision not to shave it off and i had to respect that, but as the days went on she had to cover the mass of hair with a bandana as it was so awful, in the end we relented and got the scissors out.
We were doing ok. Then one day , i was downstairs making some porridge for breakfast and i heard this almighty thud. I rushed to the bottom of the stairs. Silence. "Mum " no answer. I ran upstairs absolutely terrified, the fear that i had ever present in the back of mind suddenly came to the forefront , i thought i was going to vomit as i saw mum lying on the floor next to the bed.
I could see her trying to open her eyes. She sat up slowly with absolutely no recollection of what had happened.
And so, for me, severe Anxiety made an entrance.
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