I want to preface this story, the third entry of “Loretta’s Journal,” by explaining that this is not a typical story that I post on SuperMommyNot.com. My mother, Loretta, is undergoing stem cell therapy for Parkinson’s disease. I appreciate all of you who read this and I hope this helps anyone living with a difficult disease or going through a challenging time in their life.
The picture in my mind is vivid. Every Valentine’s Day, without exception, my father has laid out Valentine cards, candies and flowers on the dining room table for my mother, Loretta, my sister and myself. Valentine’s Day has always been a big deal in my family.
This year was no different and it got me thinking about true love. I’ve always viewed my parents’ marriage as solid. Of course, no marriage is perfect, but there has always been love. And now that they are in the fight of their lives, battling Parkinson’s disease, I see their relationship as absolute, unconditional, deep love. My dad will not give up and has shown my mother what “in sickness and in health” and “til death do us part” really mean. My dad could have easily let my mother go and let the Parkinson’s just take her. But he hasn’t. He’s made a choice to do everything in his power to help her.
Tears run down my face as I write this piece… just the simple act of my father asking my mother to be his Valentine, during such a tremendously difficult time, is inspiring. This is sweet love.
My mom, Loretta, is nearly six months along in her stem cell therapy treatment. She is now due for her second treatment. We are in the midst of planning our trip which includes travel outside of the country and two days of stem cell injections. In another three to four months my mom will receive her third treatment, more hope for even a better outcome.
The good news is that my mother is moving along as her doctor indicated. Her quality of life has improved and we are hopeful she will continue to progress. I wish everyone in my mom’s position had the support she does. I know there are a lot of people out there, suffering, who don’t. I’m grateful for my dad’s ability to truly love his Valentine.
As my mother and family continue on this life altering journey, I will be writing when I feel compelled. I have been journaling to my two boys since they were in my tummy. Writing is my way to gather my thoughts and understand what is happening in my life. I feel it’s time to begin a new journal – Loretta’s journal – a chronicle of this amazing experience my mom is going through. She has approved of me sharing her story. I have learned so much from both of my parents and in reading this journal, I hope you will too. These thoughts and perspectives are solely my own.
Below are past entries from Loretta’s Journal: