Although she has battled cancer for almost the entire time I've been alive, it's been very slow moving. This past week they discovered it moved to her lung, liver, and lymph nodes. I closed my eyes and saw visions of my mom going through what it seems like my dad just went through: slow deterioration as she can't walk for long periods of time, loss of appetite, getting skinny so horribly skinny, writhing in pain, and just laying waiting to die. The cruelest part of cancer is the waiting game, just watching someone you love so much waiting to die.
I have no idea what I'm going to do. No family here, no siblings, no Dad.... I've got to be strong, stronger than I think I have the capacity of being but I have to try. For her.
