I wore the cutest mustard colored dress to work on Monday. I paired it with some black tights and black boots. I thought the outfit was cute. My day was going great, I got to work on time, I had some delicious coffee. Who would have known that I would be heartbroken by the end of the day.
My mom called in a message to me she was on the way to the hospital where I work. I anxiously awaited her arrival at the ER. I sat along side of my mom on the gurney they assigned her too. I nervously looked at the buckles on my boots. My mom told me she loved my outfit, that was when the interns walked in. They told her she had malignant tumors in her neck, chest and lungs.
Today I find out, if it is confirmed, it will be stage 4 cancer. They told her chemotherapy will only extend her life by weeks at best and that it would be hopeless to try. They highly suggested hospice. I am heart broken. I cannot eat, sleep or think clearly. At the same time I am very lucky to have the friends that I do, I will be forever grateful for all they have done. Bittersweet.
