Oh, my goodness, the aging parent issue. My mom passed away when I was quite young, but my dad is gone now, and both of the in-laws. I still have my step-mom, but I can see that, while physically she keeps up with the best of them, she's not quite hitting on all sixes sometimes. She's about a 10-hour drive from here, but all the sibs are still within shouting distance for her. I feel like I don't do enough, though. I've been back to Missouri twice this summer for long weekends. My mothier-in-law was the most difficult. After the FIL passed away, she just quit taking care of herself. We brought her to live with us for about three years when she could just no longer be on her own. She wouldn't let anyone but me do anything for her. So I can definitely sympathize with you. It's as if the parent becomes the child.
I am doing well. Graduated from physical therapy (they even hummed pomp and circumstance for me). Got one graduated from college, and she's got a grad assistantship for the fall, so that is good. And the grandbaby will be starting kindergarten in the fall! Where does the time go!
I'm glad the biggest part of treatment is behind you. I was talking to a friend from work who was diagnosed a few years after I was, and she said she is still having bone and joint pain from the taxotere. I'm glad I didn't have that.
Well, good to hear from you. Keep us posted. We worry when we don't hear, you know!