There are stories about people going crazy because of cabin fever. Mom and I have been snowed in for a few weeks now. OK, mom has. I live in fear of her falling because even though she’s stronger, she’s still a bit unsteady (in fact she fell today). I’ve had to trudge out to get groceries, but to be honest, I’m content to stay in. I don’t mind the snow. I’ve lived up here all of my life, but ice is unforgiving and I’m not great at walking on it, especially with a bum leg. I don’t fall very often, but since mom has been sick and now that she’s recovering, I’ve become especially mindful of keeping myself healthy for her sake. In other words, I’ve become paranoid about falling.
But don’t worry about us, we haven’t gone crazy and in fact, we’re warm, well-fed and content.
I think mom and I must have an ancestor who was a bear, because we’ve always been content to hibernate. We even used to play a game when I was a little girl, where we pretended to be momma bear and baby bear.
Mom still thinks she’s the momma bear, of course. But really, I think most moms are like that. Cancer did not remove that protective, overbearing (no pun intended, OK maybe just a little bit) aspect of her that both gets on my nerves and endears her to me.
I’ve kept myself busy doing my job (I work from home), taking care of things around the house and spending time with mom in the evenings. Some would find this boring and perhaps those are the types who get cabin fever, but as I’ve said, mom and I are related to bears.
But just wait until spring comes. We’re already planning how we’re going to go for walks. First, we’ll start with the driveway and then as mom continues to get stronger, we’ll graduate to walking up and down our streets, the mall and beyond.
OK, so maybe that’s not exciting to you, but for us, it’s big.
Recovery from chemo can be slow going, I guess. But in my experience, healing is always a slow going process. We take our steps, one at a time, through snow, ice, good weather and bad, until we are walking beyond the past into whatever the future brings.
Until then, we are snowed in.
(P.S. I know the photograph I used isn’t of hibernating bears. But a photo like that would probably be dangerous to take and it would only show sleeping bears. Mom and I aren’t sleeping. We’re both keeping busy. I however, am not riding her back anymore. Well, not unless she’s getting on my nerves.)