Remember when I whined and cried for a month over my moving predicament? Yea, well, that was nothing.
This is going to be a short post. I have written half a dozen posts and none of them seem right. I feel like I have another elephant in the room, so this post is to clear the air and in the weeks and months to follow I'll elaborate, and whine and cry and yell and rage and if you choose to stick around great. If not, I'm sorry.
My sister has Small Cell Lung Cancer.
She doesn't smoke, not that it matters in my opinion, but that's another post.
She has four small children, one of whom is battling her own neuro-degenerative disorder.
She found out two weeks ago that it has spread from one lung to the other, in spite of the two rounds of chemo and month of near-daily radiation. It is no longer classified as non-aggressive; it is now classified as moderate-aggressive.
I am so angry and sad and scared and everything in between. I don't know what to do with my thoughts or feelings--I feel like I can't talk to anyone-I'm already over the "have faith" garbage that I once spewed myself to people in similar situations. I can hardly type out these few sentences without tearing up, but I am hoping I can use this blog to get my feelings out and keep them from spilling over into my QT with my sister.
I'm going to try and keep every single post from being about this, and I'm going to try and write more frequently. But for now this is all I have. Good night.