Still - sorry about the swears. I'm just mad. I'm white trash-truck-driver mad.
Just as we are getting used to mom's diagnosis of colon cancer, my sister was diagnosed with cancer this morning. Thursday morning, she will go in for a bone marrow biopsy. A week later she will learn if she has Myelodyplastic Syndrome, a pre-leukemia, or in fact, has leukemia.
I took the news pretty hard. I couldn't return to school. I wasn't ready to face the students who just lost their previous Spanish teacher to Brain Cancer.
I know that in this day and age the prognosis is good - but it seems like a sick joke. Life is already hard enough for my sister with three children, of which two are diabetic.
I'm not sure how to be deep and put a silver lining on this one, but I know I'll have to. I'll keep eating healthy and going to bed on time. I'll take those walks and kiss my girls on their foreheads at night. Somehow, I'll follow my sisters lead and have a good outlook and stop being so scared for her and her family and my family.
In the meantime, I'm going to need some prayers from all my dear readers as I try my hardest to be strong and take care of my mom, my sister, my sisters' children, my children, my husband, and maybe even myself somewhere in between.