I arranged everything before I left.
I wrote out the medication schedule on a laminated card.
I put it on the refrigerator.
I also put it on the small table in the guest room.
I put the dates and times of the upcoming chemo appointments on the calendar on the refrigerator and also texted them to Gabriel.
I stocked the refrigerator with the foods my mother could keep down, which after three weeks of chemo I understood well, the specific small foods that were not repulsive to a system that found most things repulsive.
Plain crackers.
Ginger tea.
Rice.
Broth.
Applesauce.
I made a pot of rice before I left.
I showed Gabriel where the ginger tea was.
I said: she needs to take the anti-nausea medication at eight in the morning and eight in the evening.
He said: I know.
I said: the card is on the refrigerator.
