8:03pm September 17, 2014

I’m trying to figure out a way to say this…

…that doesn’t make it seem like it’s all about me, because it’s not.  But I can’t help reacting, I can’t help being more stressed, although I think I might be reaching my maximum ability to even be further stressed.

So the woman who I call my ‘second mother’, who helped raise me from late adolescence through early adulthood when my parents didn’t know what to do anymore… she has endometrial cancer.  It’s early stage and apparently very treatable, so it’s not good news but it’s not the worst news, it’s not like my father’s metastasized-frigging-everywhere cancer.  But as she put it, “This must seem like Cancer Year for you.”

She’s the same one with the bird whose donation requests i’ve been signal boosting.

Never rains but it pours, I guess.  And all those other sayings that get trotted out when the world decides to take a giant dump on the head of everyone you care about.  I wish I was more able to be there for her right now, but she said that she has two friends who are cancer survivors that she’s going to call up and have some long talks with.  Which sounds like a good idea, she said it would keep her from aimlessly freaking out.

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