Surgery did not go as expected and mom is now in disease management. There's no cure, only maintenance. This sucks so hard. She's hanging tough despite the news and the new reality. I'm knocking off at half day to go see her for awhile. We have not been home one night this week between our anniversary, scouts, and then unplanned family dinner last night at my parent's house, so we need a night to decompress. DefConn needs something to be normal. He knows something's up, but I'm not sure when we'll decide to sit down and explain it as best we can to an 8 year old. Hell, I'm still trying to explain it to myself. I'm also hoping I can be there today to catch one of her doctor visits and see what they say and ask questions. Right now our concern is good days over bad and what will give her the most good days.
SO yeah. This is some fucking bullshit. I'm sad on all the levels, but I'm trying to focus my energy on living the moments and not what may or may not come to pass. I'm also going to pull together my paperwork for FMLA (my therapist will sign off on it) so I can help out my parents with whatever since I have an incredibly flexible job and DH can leave work whenever if I am not home to get DefConn after school.
DH is still being my rock star. I have great friends who have been absolutely amazing. I told both BIL's to take care of my sisters. I know my sister's BFF's are also circling the wagons for them. Also, I know you're all interwebz friends...but thank you to you guys as well. ((monitor hugs))
Anyway, since I am leaving early...Prudie will be up early as well.