I just got off the phone with my mom…
Dad is back home, seemingly for good. The doctor only had to remove a tiny bit of the bone in his little toe. Everything with Dad seems to be levelling off finally. Only two years of an ordeal…
And my mom has breast cancer…
She is much in the same boat as I was in that it is very early in stage one.
Ductile carcinoma in situ; grade 0, stage 1… WTF that means…
As it turns out, I am much better designed to carry all that crap inside of me than to carry the weight of it being inside of someone I love.
Neither of my sisters know yet; they are both on vacation. Mom waited for me to get back from mine, too, because she just is that way… It is a reality whether or not we know while travelling and our worry affects it not at all.
Mom pointed out that I finally am at the top of the list to know instead of the traditional last spot being the baby brother. I requested a happy topic for the next time I am first in line. I also told her to take it one day at a time and to laugh at it every chance she has.
*sigh*
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