didn't begin so horribly.I woke up outside on a mattress. This may sound strange, but it wasn't a prank, I actually moved the mattress out there and fell asleep under the stars, along with a few other girls (all of whom are RMs, go figure, huh? - see above picture). I woke up and it was chilly outside, but it felt so nice. The sky was beautiful. It was a great morning.
After everyone was up and we had moved all the mattresses back inside, I came home. I got ready for the day and began working on some homework I wanted to get done. In the process, I realized there was something I needed to ask Sara. So I called and talked to her. That began the down hill ride of my second worst day.
While talking to her, my sister told me that our dad had told her and my other sister, Elizabeth, to wait up for him that night since there was something he needed to tell them about our mom. I didn't know what it was, but I began to feel dread. I could only imagine that it was bad news.
Around 3:30 or 4:00, my dad called from my mother's hospital room. The news he had was definitely not good news. The results had come back from a test the oncologist ran and the doctor informed my dad that the cancer is terminal. All they can do for her right now is try and make her as comfortable as possible and try and extend the time she has left. They give her less than 6 months to live.
I'm sure most of you can't imagine what that feels like, to suddenly discover that your mother will most likely be dead in 6 months, but I can tell you exactly how I felt . . . devastated. It is one of those things in life that you can't do anything to change or make better. Nothing can be done.
Since then, I've had several bouts of crying, usually brought on by the realization that someday soon my mother will be gone. And I wonder what will be come of my family. How will we get on without her?
Currently Reading:
White Nights
by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Double
by Fyodor Dostoevsky
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