So, the other shoe has dropped so to speak.
I don’t usually write personal things, but this one is important.
This isn’t going to be a long post but I wanted to get this out there before too much more time went by. I imagine I will have more to say on this later.
My brother was diagnosed with Leiomyosarcoma in March 2010. They were sure they got it all when they removed the tumour along with one adrenal gland, one kidney, and about 1/3 of his pancreas.
My mom was diagnosed with stage-IV breast cancer in July. Her treatment was palliative. She seemed to be doing OK – was even starting to try and eat better.
In September, it was discovered that my brother’s cancer was not gone and that it had grown rather aggressively.
I feared my mom wouldn’t be able to recover from that one. Her condition had been pronounced stable in March 2011, yet when she went in for a blood transfusion on April 28, they booked her into the hospital and told her she was dying.
My dad died when I was a kid so now there is no one left who remembers my childhood. Not really. There’s no-one left who can tell me where the paintings on my mom’s wall came from, or who gave her that ring she’s had for as long as I can remember.
It feels like the end of the longest, hardest, and darkest winter of my life. I really hope it’s the end of the winter.