My mother has always been an avid golfer. She's quite good and regularly wins in tournaments. She's a better player than my father is, which is probably one of the few sore points my parents have in their marriage. Hey, if that's the biggest frustration, life's pretty good, right?
At any rate, my mother stopped playing months ago as the cancer was taking its toll. However, the recent chemotherapy seems to be doing a lot of good and she actually went out a couple of times this week to hit some balls. Today she went out and played 9 holes. She is still building up her strength so that was plenty. Despite the side-effects of the chemo, the nausea, the fatigue, this is remarkable progress.
A few months ago, it seemed like my mother wouldn't make it to Easter. Easter's only 2 weeks away, so I think she's got that beat! No one knows how long she will live, but we are just taking it week to week and month to month.