Nine days, eight flights later and I'm back.
My GTGs with Nico were awesome, as usual. At dinner our waitress was a total clam, but we had a good time anyway. Lunch the next day was awesome and I was able to get H a shirt from the brewery where we ate.
Going home, well....yeah. My mom thanked me a frillion times for being there and helping her clean out her hoarder office. You could tell there were two times in my mom's life when she just shut down and started shovingshit onto boxes: her divorce and when her mom had a stroke. It was like a frickin' archelogical dig.
We also went through all of the old family photos/memorabilia, including a bag of stuff her mom had given her that my mom had never looked at. There were birth/death certificates, social security cards of dead relatives and even naturalization and citizenship certificates from my grandpa's parents.
The cancer has not spread beyond stage 3. I really like my mom's oncologist. Mom should start treatment as soon as Wednesday, depending on her insurance. Mom was sure it had spread and was sure she only had two months to live. The day I arrived she was telling me where everything was/what she wanted me to have. The next day, after the doctor appt, she was like, "Oh, we can go through that later."
And my mom, who was never very reserved to begin with, is saying some crazyshit. I took her to get some stuff framed and I asked the dude if we should leave her stuff there. He said sure, nothing had ever happened to anything in the past. My mom, out of nowhere says, "If anything happens, I'll just bomb the place." WTF?!? I told her not to be saying that stuff in airports or federal buildings, everythere else is fair game.
I also went with her to the store and when we were checking out, the bag girl asked her if I was her daughter. My mom smiled and said yes. Then mouth breather bag girl asked, "When is she going to start giving you grandchildren?" I popped my shades on and split (while crying like a maniac). As I was loaded the car, my mom said she had never heard anyone ask anything like that before. I told her people step in it all the time without knowing it. She said, "Someone should ask her when she is going to die." Oh, cancer and infertility, good times.....
Right now, my mom is primarily concerned with all of the side effects and is sad about losing her hair. Middle MinM sister has insanely thick hair. I said she could shave her head to make mom a wig, and my hair could be the bangs.
It was a good visit, all things considered. I told my mom not to wait too long to have me back out. I'm not ready to be without my mom. I honestly thought I would have another 30 years with her. This sucks the big one, y'all.
