April 25th, 2006



Do you know how hard it is to look at your mother and NOT be able to tell her what you know?

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.