Mom’s first chemo treatment has already come and gone. On Wednesday August 19 she went in for one of the 6 chemo treatments, each lasting 6 hours. Some of the girls ( my sisters) were able to join her to keep her company and that helped pass the time as she at there and watch the drip, drip, drip, of the medicine entering her blood stream.

So this is my first attempt, get it out, even if it’s jumbled, even if people hate it, even if I hate it, I need to just throw the wrench in the wheels of my own self-sabotoge. Enough.

We all carry something of importance to give to the world, no matter what it looks like. I think somewhere along the line we just started believing we’re insignificant, unloveable…

We had high hopes that it was a linear line of recovery and that no chemo or radiation was needed but recently received the final results of the biopsy of her uterus that was sent away for further testing post hysterectomy.

The doctor said their findings of the biopsy included a rare and aggressive form of cancer called Clear Cell Carcinoma, stage 2, a cancer that can be diagnosed through a combination of imaging tests, biopsies, and microscopic tissue analysis.

I thought I kept it hidden better behind the eyes not wanting to meet his.

The frequent sighs with head held low each time met with “what’s wrong mommy? Didn’t you sleep good last night?”.

Yesterday was a big day for him, he underwent surgery and had the mass/cancer removed. Everything went well and mom said as far as they know they were able to remove everything.