This has been going on for nearly a month now, but I haven’t really had the courage to post about it here until now. About a month ago or so, my mom goes in for her regular mammogram and they find an odd result. She gets a biopsy, and they find a tiny (7mm) tumor; this leads to an MRI/PET scan and some other scans to see if it’s spread elsewhere. It has: they found “hot spots” in her chest lymph nodes, right lung, and bones. Last week she got a femur film and a lung biopsy and we won’t be hearing back about what the final diagnosis is until Friday, but considering her history of smoking and the leg pains she’s had over the past couple of months, it’s entirely likely that it’s going to be BAD if not terminal. I talked with a family friend who’s seen her lately and asked her how she seems to be feeling; my mom’s been hiding a lot from me, as she’s in a lot of pain (on painkillers as well) and has lost a significant amount of weight in the past few weeks. She’s not looking good, and I’m really worried about her. I have, however, accepted the idea that she’s not going to live through another decade, no matter how good the treatment is.
At this point, I’m going to be supportive and try to help her where I can, but there’s a few other things that I have to deal with as well. I’m probably not going to take classes this summer so I can drive back and forth to help take care of her, and I’m going to have to have a serious talk with her about what to do with the wedding planning, as I obviously want to have my mom see me get married. I also don’t have any clue as to whether she’s handled the more practical aspects of things, like funerary arrangements and wills and such, which might be muddled further legally because of her lack of US citizenship. Either way, I just want to be there for her like she has been for me; it’s just overwhelming because I’m only 25 and am still struggling to get settled on my own. Most of all, I don’t want her to suffer.
I’ll be hearing the news on Friday, and hopefully it won’t be while I’m at work. I can’t imagine being able to function without being curled up into an emotional fetal ball afterward, no matter what the news is.