I know, not exactly the words that reach you and grab you and make you want to read a post.
But my mom's cancer has returned. She has enlarged lymph nodes in her abdomen. Already.
She's had abscesses since her surgery which just won't seem to finish healing. And can't start chemotherapy until they are healed.
Her oncologist says that a few weeks one way or the other won't make a difference. And that the chemo will beat back the cancer... for a while. I gather she might even have years to live. (Though I doubt that.) But it will definitely get her.
Unless, of course, she gets taken by something else in the meantime.
I've lost a parent already.
I don't want to do this again.
Given that I don't have an option, I'm trying to just steel knuckle my way through. But that's not helping today.
I don't want to do this. I don't want Calliope and my family to get even smaller.
So I'm really mad. (And a little sad, too, underneath.)