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May. 18th, 2006 @ 06:28 pm It just keeps coming.
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Date:May 19th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC)

You got the hugs, now you get THE DRUGS.

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Actually, no drugs, just a different perspective.

Cancer is a real bitch. Just when you think it's down it pops back up for another round. There's a reason they call it 'fighting cancer', because it isn't the kind of thing that either kills you outright or can be solved with a pill. This fucker tests you, tests your family, and drains your strength.

Now, I don't know you mother, but I can only assume she's a tough lady who doesn't accept bullshit if she raised you. Radiotherapy is one great way to kill bullshit. The struggle is going to be real long, but she can fight it. You have to be in her corner when she needs you.

So... no matter how hard it is, you have to work up the strength so she can lean on you from time to time. I know with all the other stuff going gonzo in your life right now that totally sucks and is wholly unfair, but that's what has to be done. You're strong too, and if your mom ever needed you to show your strength now's the time.

Cancer feeds off of two things: healthy cells and despair. Her oncologist can take care of one, but the other is in the hands of her loved ones. Grit your teeth and remember, this isn't defeat, this isn't a death sentence, this is just another round.

And yeah, *hugs*. Pass that hug along to mom.