I've been sitting on this blog post for a while. Typing, deleting. Typing some more and deleting some more. Nothing I type seems to fit or seems worthy of what we've experienced in the last couple of months. So I showed these pictures to one of my BFF's and mentioned my writers block. I told her that I just couldn't figure out what to write. And she understood. It's a lot for anyone to think about. So she finally said I should write about strength. The strength of my mom, of my family, of myself. And I had thought of that. But as much as I could write about our strength, I could also write about our weakness. I could also write a factual account of what happened, how we found out, what we had to do in the weeks following. Or I could write about the things you never think of before something like this happens. Things like power of attorney, medical assistance or medicare. But for whatever reason, none of it feels right. So instead, I'll just leave you with this:
These photos are of my mom and her journey since being hospitalized on November 1st, 2014 for a large brain tumor. A tumor that was soon after diagnosed as Glioblastoma. Glioblastoma is not curable. It will overtake her at some point. But at what point? That remains to be seen. For now, we are going along with the recommended course of treatment and enjoying the time we have together.