What’s the worst news you can get during the holidays?
How about this: my mother has cancer.
She has lymphoma — we don’t know how much, but we’re hoping it’s early and localized, as the first exam and biopsy seem to indicate.
Now…another CAT scan…find an oncologist…and begin what could be a long & arduous road of radiation and/or chemotherapy.
Will she be cured? There’s every indication that she will…and there’s a 95% cure rate, according to some of the stats that I’ve seen.
Is my family in for an emotionally and physically exhausting time? Unfortunately, and terribly…yes.
Is my brain exploding with anger, frustration, and the endless desire to drink enough beer to wash away my perceptions of this uncomfortable reality? Oh god, yes…
Did I not want to write this blog entry? Frankly…I don’t feel like writing anything ever again, at this moment…because my life has suddenly become grey and stale.
But I can’t let that happen. I need to be positive and supportive…in spite of my desire to crawl under a rock and disappear forever from this world.
Life is a bowlful of shit right now. I can only hope it gets better from this time forward…
