One Moment at a Time

Stephanie here...

Pop started his first round of chemo on Thursday and I was surprised to realize it is only Saturday today. It feels like it has been a week. He has had to go back in one time to be hooked up to receive some fluids since it is so hard on his kidneys. Chemo is brutal to the body. He has been able to mitigate the nausea with medication but it is pretty miserable to say the least. He also had to be put on oxygen since his levels were very low. He came home with that yesterday and they have come to the house to set him all up with a unit in the living room. He seems to be sleeping much better with more air. He is supposed to be drinking 2 to 3 quarts of fluids a day and that is the hardest part for him. He does not love water in the first place but now it is hard for him to swallow after the chemo. So this task is proving the hardest. Mom takes great care of him and writes down his water intake on a little piece of paper. It is a sweet dance to watch as they coordinate water, medication, and the myriad of other adjustments made throughout one day.

I am constantly learning that one day is enough, as Jesus so gently said, "Do not worry about tomorrow, each day has enough trouble of its own." So we take the one day and we enjoy it to the full, love to the full, bring ourselves fully present to it, and not think past the hours and moments that it holds. It is enough. One moment at a time... I love watching mom love fully and still bring her humor to the table. I love watching her tears that come when the reality of the day sets in and it feels too much. She is present to her moments and her moments hold my Pop in tender grace and selflessness. Beauty mixed with pain.