Tuesday Mommie was diagnosed with cancer. A tumor the size of a fist has grown secretly on her liver, hidden behind her ribcage, and sent nodes into her stomach. She is philosophical about it. She says she’s not going without a fight, but she knows she’s going to die some day, and she made it clear to me that she does not want to be forced to linger on life support if, ultimately, nothing can be done for her.
Next week Tuesday she goes in for surgery. Her blood pressure is too low, her biochemistry too fragile for the rigor of anaesthesia right now. Her doctor is waiting for her condition to stabilize. Today I’m driving out to sit with her a while. My surgery is scheduled for this week Wednesday and I don’t know if I’ll be able to drive out to Moreno Valley next weekend.
I cannot think of losing Mommie.
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sorry to hear about this. Cancer is such a terrible insidious thing. I have lost my Mommie as well as several family members and dear friends from this disease. But I have also known a few survivors. Any way it turns out, it’s a horrible ordeal. I sympathize with you and wish you and dear Mommie well.
So sorry to hear that, Dayya. That’s a terrible thing. Wishing you both well.
Thank you, Wynn.
Thank you, Marcus.
We are hoping for the best. d:
I’m so sorry to hear. My best wishes to your mother and you.
Thank you, Gabriele. d:
Oh, dear, how sad, and I do know exactly how you feel. There are no words I can write or say. I know this too. I am so sorry. It just makes me want to scream. A big hug.
Debra, I’m so sorry. Hugs to you and Mommie.
Thank you, Joely. d:
Janie, appreciate the hug, thank you, d: