Mum is so blessed to be well-loved by her children and grandkids.
Mum's first radiotherapy session on the sophisticated Novalis equipment went well. The doctors recommended six sesssions instead of one. That means we'll be at the hospital every morning for the whole of next week.
My elder brother took the afternoon off to accompany us to her first treatment last Friday. His wife brought back some birdnest tonic for mum to help in the healing. My younger brother and his wife offered to relieve me on some days next week. My aunt came over with some health supplements and my cousins dropped in to offer some words of comfort.
Now mum feels that everyone cares about her. Of course we all do. She knows that but sometimes she just needs the reassurance. Being a mother, I fully understand.
When I'm sick, I tell my boys "Mummy's sick you know?" They look up from what they're doing (mostly at the computer) and say, "Huh, really? So poor thing." and then go back to playing their games the very next second.
"Hello! Didn't you hear your poor mummy coughing away all week?"
Oh well, that is still quite reassuring.