OK. So you now know that my mom has pancreatic cancer. Total suckage, right?
Yes. Yes it is. But you know what I realized a bit after I wrote that? I realized that my mom is a great lady. A truly great example of what it means to be a good person, friend, mom, wife (and the list goes on and on. . .) And she's right here.
My mom told her oncologist that she was going to "pull up her big girl panties", and do what she needs to do to live well with whatever time she has left. I think she will do that with as much dignity, fun and class she can possibly muster up. And good for her. So I'm going to as well. I might not have as much dignity or class, but I'll surely have some fun. Because sick or not, my mom is a hoot and a half to be around.
So we joke quite a bit about her prognosis. It makes it feel not quite so devastating. We joke about her upcoming treatments, her hair falling out (I told her she should get a really long haired wig, because how much fun would it be to swing that around at 70 something? Maybe even blond!), her lack of appetite. . .all of it. Because what else can you really do?
That all said, I may still have sad posts on here from time to time. I will update about my mom and her condition whenever I feel like it. It may be not so much, or it may be every day. But I hope when I look back, most of my posts are funny and joyous in sentiment. Because that's how I want her time to be.
So mom? It's time to RAISE SOME HELL!!!! WOOT WOOT!!!!!
HAPPY DAY, FOLKS!!!! :)