Before we found any of this out, I had told her that later this week, if she proved to me she could keep up with her medicines, eating, and exercise, that I would let her go to her apartment for a while. She could stay there with me checking in daily, and the nurse once a week, until time for her surgery. I'm sitting here now listening to her talk about going to her apartment, not knowing that in a couple of days she'll find out she has cancer again (she's a breast cancer survivor twice over).
I wish we had family. Just being me and mom REALLY sucks sometimes.