Freaked Out Friday at Five

Sigh.

As I write this, my mother-in-law is lying in the hospital waiting to be moved into Hospice care tomorrow.

Things come about so quickly sometimes.

She had been diagnosed with breast cancer about two years ago.  All of the usual activities of a cancer diagnosis took place.  A mastectomy, some lymph nodes removed, radiation and a few pills to pop every day.  Doctor follow-ups, etc.

But last week she was admitted to the hospital.  Her hip had been bothering her for quite some time and had only gotten worse.

We may never see a final report of all that she had.  We knew the doctors had found several lumps in her plumbing.  Or at least that's what we were told.  Then it became only two very large lumps.  It was reported that she had cervical cancer and possibly cancer in her uterus.  Maybe in her bones.  And then to top it all off, only 10% left of her liver.

Needless to say, after learning this afternoon of the Hospice move, I grabbed a pill of my own.

I have no clue what condition either of my parents are in these days.  My parents went through an ugly divorce more than 20 years ago while I was in my twenties.  Dad had a way of burning his bridges.  Mom disowned me just around the time I got married in February 2010.

Life can be such a beautiful thing.  But it can also be a heavy burden on one's mind when there is so much disfunction in a family and the addition of cancer and the oncoming death of a loved one.

It's Friday.  I'm freaked out.

Yes, cancer does suck.