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Category Archives: Dealing with Doctors

Goodbye 2013…

December 28, 2013 at 22:10

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Congratulations to May and I ! This is our 400th post on Mama Lewis. Thanks for reading and happy holidays! To say I’m done with 2013 is an understatement. If someone offered me a lobotomy tomorrow and said, “We can remove 2013, but we’d have to remove everything, not just from about April when May’s […]

It’s official: I’m in remission!

August 5, 2013 at 18:49

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The haematology department kept us waiting three hours today before I was called in for my meeting. And it was a big meeting: the official results of my biopsy after my chemotherapy treatment. Sure, last week the news was good. But I was still nervous and after three hours, I was near breakdown by the […]

Why I’m grateful for socialized medicine

June 13, 2013 at 23:31

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May's first photo post-surgeryMay's first photo post-surgery

Praise here to all parents who lovingly pack a bag for their child, knowing they will be cut open the following day. As an emotional experience, May’s surgery was a complete disaster. There is no getting around that. When we entered the recovery room post-surgery, a child was rasping with the force of his own […]

How is May post-op?

June 5, 2013 at 11:42

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May in recovery (note the Minnie Mouse bedding care of Grandma Bar)May in recovery (note the Minnie Mouse bedding care of Grandma Bar)

I posted a photo of May on Facebook last night, and then took it down. Something about May in a hospital bed slowly working its way down a popular newsfeed made me feel sick. Instead, here is a photo for you, where it can be followed by a lengthy paragraph of gratitude which feels far […]

What do you think of our theory about May’s pain?

May 11, 2013 at 22:49

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May started giggling last night. A frothy, snorting childish giggle that bore no resemblance to the screams of late. It was wonderful. But, May’s troubles were not over. My husband and I escaped for a few hours today, but only down the road to a coffee shop. I wasn’t there long before May’s careworker phoned. […]