It’s Story Time…

I remember it like it was yesterday, but it was 10 years ago, October 2013 my mother was struggling with her memory and vision.  I remember going to the house one day.  She and my dad were having company over in the evening and mom was at an event with friends.  The house was a cluttered.  This struck me as strange.  My mother was a sticker for things to be put away when company was coming. The following Monday after some scares and conversations with friends, she decided to go to the doctor.  The doctor immediately sent her for an MRI.  The results: brain tumor.  By that Thursday not only had she met with a neurologist, but she'd scheduled and was having her surgery.  

Hours ticked away on that day.  We were the first ones there and as time passed, the last ones there, even the receptionist left before we did.  When the surgeon finally came out to let us know how it went.  She had a glioblastomamultiform-a tumor with "fingers" that reaches into the brain tissue.  I think my head was spinning and it wasn't even my brain.  Now what?  My beautiful mother, who was my dad's caretaker, was struggling too.  What did all of this mean? This journey was the start of a new way of living. 

I'll share more of this journey next week.  Pictured above, my beautiful mother.