I was just in the middle of writing an upbeat post about how great yesterday's Mother's Day was...but, well, something suddenly came up.
I try not to get too earnest here on the blog because, um, I don’t really think I’m very good at it. But sometimes life calls for a moment of reflection...and therefore I'm going to just go for it. Because honestly, I'm scared and angry and I'm just not sure what any of my posts are going to be looking like for a while...or what my life is going to be looking like.
So! The good news is that yesterday was Mother’s Day and I got to be with my whole family—my mom, dad, husband, son, brother, sister-in-law, nephews and SIL's mom—and it was pretty much the best damn Mother's Day (or day, period) ever. The bad news is I’m not quite sure how many more Mother's Days I’ll get to celebrate—at least not with my mom. Ahem. Basically she’s been in remission after battling breast cancer seven years ago and...well, it's back. With a vengeance. She just called me from her oncologist's office with the prognosis. Of course she's going to fight it and we're all hoping for the best. But hearing that without treatment your mom has probably got about a year to live? That certainly puts the minutiae in perspective, doesn't it? I'm not looking forward to watching her go through the godawful chemo again, either...but I'm grateful she's going to give it a shot. Up until today, she was thinking she'd just forgo it for quality of life. I guess when you've got a concrete diagnosis, your plans to fight something get more concrete too.
I hope this doesn't come across as a deeply inappropriate way to process the situation—blogging about it, that is. I mean, I know I'm not the first to deal with this and unfortunately I'm not the last. Right now I could just use a virtual hug...a lit candle...whatever feels most appropriate. Seriously. I'll take whatever you're peddling.