Time ....Well, time took on a whole new perspective.
And I don't like it.
Give it back, I want more.
Mum saw the Doc on Friday (8 Jan) and the pieces finally fell into place. At last it makes sense.
The renal doc was happy with her, the thoracic doc was happy with her, the oncologist (Tuesday!) was definite it was nothing to do with the cancer and said it was "slow progressing, see you in July". Even the GP, who has had weeks of repeat questions about Mum's puffy eyes and sore chest/back, and shortness of breath, cough, swallowing difficulty, ear popping and dizziness only just suggested possible reason for the mystery. He said it sounded like pressure on the SVC (superior vena cava).
He wants Mum to have another scan next week to confirm, but it sounds (to me) like she has superior vena cava syndrome, which is compression of the large vein (from head/shoulders into heart) due to a lesion obstructing blood flow. It causes oedema to head, neck, shoulders and all the symptoms of back-pressure of blood to those areas. So now she is suddenly (was gradually) becoming engorged above the heart. This is really scary.
I’ve elevated the bed head and the facial swelling is visibly better, but she has not slept well. The restriction in her swallowing and airway are unimproved.
We had a fabulous African American gospel choir visiting at church today (Sunday 10 Feb) from Newark, New Jersey. Mum came along with us and one of the team prayed for her. God is sovereign and in control, He can heal or He can cure, but one thing’s for sure, Mum is safe in His hands.
Why can't we make each minute and day really count, really value the people around us. I mean, it's not just Mum, anyone could be taken at anytime yet we think we have another tomorrow every day...
Some wonderful family recent photos and news on our Collins blogspot (click on link at the top)
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Barter
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstacy
Give all you have been, or could be.
Sara Teasdale
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