Yesterday was mom's first chemo treatment. She tolerated it well. 1 down, 11 more to go. The bone marrow came out clean, so she's officially stage 2b. It's true, what they told her. She walked out of there like nothing had happened.
While mom was in the infusion room, I spent a few hours talking to my aunt. It was great for me to have someone there who understood what was going on.
One thing I didn't expect was the strange feeling of sitting across from someone who looks like you. Strange, but positive. It automatically makes you feel like you belong. Having no siblings, and only one parent (the one I don't resemble, of course) and 2 kids that look like their dad, well... It was comforting to see at least a little bit of myself in someone else.
This is my aunt's last night here. I'll miss her.