I know this may not be the perfect place to talk about this, but I love how supportive my fellow blogging friends and readers are and I just feel the need to talk about it with people who might care. So here goes... today, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm not sure if those words have quite sunk into me yet.
|My mom and Violet.|
Prior to this diagnosis, she's been having a rough time. Since February, my mom has been living at my house off and on. She quit working at the nursery because her arm started hurting and she was just kind of fed up with being underpaid and some other things. Her arm is better now but she has still not been able to find a job since then despite looking for one. I help her search the internet for jobs sometimes.
Since she has no job or money, she has no power, water, food, etc at her house. I don't really have much money to give her, but I don't mind her staying where I live and eating some of my food. My father has been also helping her out some by buying her a little food and giving her a little money sometimes. They are divorced, so they typically don't live together. They have an "it's complicated" relationship I guess.
I don't really know much other than her diagnosis is breast cancer. Her regular doctor sucks, to be quite frank. Instead of politely telling her that they weren't going to discuss her breast biopsy results over the phone, they decided to repeatedly promise to call back for 2 days but never did. When she was able to talk to a doctor on the phone, the doctor lied and said she didn't understand what the biopsy results meant. So she just waited for her Friday appointment to come and I went with her because I had a bad feeling about it.
Other than her having breast cancer, I am concerned about her stress. Since her diagnosis, she has already been talking about how she really has to find a job and move back to her house. And how she'll have to drive herself to chemotherapy. I don't have much experience with humans and cancer, but this just doesn't seem practical to me. Am I wrong? I envision her continuing to stay at my house and needing help getting to and from chemotherapy. She is very stubborn and irrational at times. But maybe I'm wrong and chemotherapy isn't that disabling.
Anyways, that's all I really have to say for now. I think I just needed to talk about it a little bit. Maybe someone out there has some good advice for me. And I promise that I'll be back to my regular schedule next Saturday... I hope! Thank you for listening, friends. Please forgive me if I am around less this weekend.