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Me being a slacker with posting entries is nothing new, but there's a reason for my LJ absence this time. My Mom and I are beyond close. She's my best friend. If you've ever seen the Gilmore Girls, we ARE Loreli and Roy Gilmore.
On Monday, my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.
She's been in the hospital since Monday night. I've been sleeping there every night and coming home during the day to shower and do whatever she needs me to do around the house. The doctors seem optimistic. Ther want her to start chemo sometime next week to shrink the tumor and then they're going to remove it once it's smaller. All the doctors and nurses have been really nice and great about answering questions, but it's still been the most terrifying week of my life.
I hate this country more than words to express because my Mom doesn't have insurance so she hasn't been having checkups because she couldn't afford it. And now she's being discharged tomorrow even though the doctor wanted to keep her in the hospital for at least two more days because the idiots in admin don't think it's "necessary." Because a paper pusher obviously has more medical knowledge than a DOCTOR.
It was the worst on Monday night when my Mom was just being admitted and they were just starting to run all these tests and we were both in shock and crying and we are not people who cry. My Mom actually kept telling me "I'm sorry for being sick" and that she hasn't shown me how to make pies or the magic lemon frosting or the pirate brownies. You see, after we get out of Maine our dream is to open a pie shop/bakery like in the movie "Waitress." My Mom can do amazing things with food.
But she's going to be okay. She'll take the drugs and if she loses her hair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duia will hook us up with some pretty, colorful Arab scarves. We're going to have our bakery and she's going to show me how to make the pies. Because she's my Mom and she's my best friend and I love her.
On Monday, my Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer.
She's been in the hospital since Monday night. I've been sleeping there every night and coming home during the day to shower and do whatever she needs me to do around the house. The doctors seem optimistic. Ther want her to start chemo sometime next week to shrink the tumor and then they're going to remove it once it's smaller. All the doctors and nurses have been really nice and great about answering questions, but it's still been the most terrifying week of my life.
I hate this country more than words to express because my Mom doesn't have insurance so she hasn't been having checkups because she couldn't afford it. And now she's being discharged tomorrow even though the doctor wanted to keep her in the hospital for at least two more days because the idiots in admin don't think it's "necessary." Because a paper pusher obviously has more medical knowledge than a DOCTOR.
It was the worst on Monday night when my Mom was just being admitted and they were just starting to run all these tests and we were both in shock and crying and we are not people who cry. My Mom actually kept telling me "I'm sorry for being sick" and that she hasn't shown me how to make pies or the magic lemon frosting or the pirate brownies. You see, after we get out of Maine our dream is to open a pie shop/bakery like in the movie "Waitress." My Mom can do amazing things with food.
But she's going to be okay. She'll take the drugs and if she loses her hair
duia will hook us up with some pretty, colorful Arab scarves. We're going to have our bakery and she's going to show me how to make the pies. Because she's my Mom and she's my best friend and I love her.
