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Bad news on my family front
Apr. 11th, 2012 11:05 pmI've been putting off posting this because, well, I didn't want to acknowledge it.
Some of you might remember my mom's youngest sister was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer 18 months ago. We thought she was doing well - vacations were planned, her engagement ring and wedding band got 'done with chemo' celebratory rocks, and she was looking forward to reconstruction on her breasts.
Two Fridays ago, she had a seizure.
She has a secondary tumour in her brain, and the oncologist is estimating 6-9 months. She's starting radiation tomorrow, to try and stretch that time as long as possible, but...
She's 46.
She's 46, and I can't even think about this without crying. I'm grateful she was at my wedding, but we're trying to get pregnant. She babysat me. I babysat her son. I never thought I'd bring a kid into this world who wouldn't get to know his Aunt Debbie.
Some of you might remember my mom's youngest sister was diagnosed with Stage III breast cancer 18 months ago. We thought she was doing well - vacations were planned, her engagement ring and wedding band got 'done with chemo' celebratory rocks, and she was looking forward to reconstruction on her breasts.
Two Fridays ago, she had a seizure.
She has a secondary tumour in her brain, and the oncologist is estimating 6-9 months. She's starting radiation tomorrow, to try and stretch that time as long as possible, but...
She's 46.
She's 46, and I can't even think about this without crying. I'm grateful she was at my wedding, but we're trying to get pregnant. She babysat me. I babysat her son. I never thought I'd bring a kid into this world who wouldn't get to know his Aunt Debbie.
