Upon the urging of a friend and the fortuitous presence of a wifi signal, I have decided to post my trials, tribulations, and downright heartache in dealing with my mother's cancer. Though intended to be for friends, who wish to be updated on my mother's and my own situation, I think it necessary to maintain some level of anonymity, no matter how minimal.
So, I'll be properly infused with wine so that I limit editing and that my wounds are fresh and uncensored. I believe this is a foolhardy strategy, so I assume that every successive post will demand greater amounts of wine or heartache. I hope for the former.
I just realized that I may not have had an opportunity to update several of my friends on my mother's current situation, so this will be a perfect opportunity to provide a brief recap.
November 6 - I had just returned to work after a grad school intensive and a visit with a friend in Washington when my cousin left a brief and terrifying email that read simply, "Call home now." After contacting my cousin, he suspected that my mother had cancer, and I booked a flight home that very day.
November 7-December - A series of visits to the hospital includes a perforated colon during an exam, a discovery of nodules along the peritoneal cavity, and a fuck ton of tears.
Today...
