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My mother has a tumour on her uterus. It's mostly benign, but has a malignancy within. It has grown since it was first looked at, so she is being sent to an oncologist in Toronto to ensure it hasn't spread to her lymph nodes. If it has, they'll need to operate there. If not, a doctor here will be able to operate.
My mother is acting unworried and is not bringing it up much, as is her wont. I know that the last thing she needs is for me to flip out over it, as that will only make her upset. Besides, my grandmother will doubtlessly be doing that for the next month. She is the quintessential worrier.
Everything is happening quickly, and my mother is very hopeful that everything will be just fine. She says she feels fine, other than not being able to exercise. We joked that it is probably what has made her so incontinent, and got in the way of her ambition for flat abs. I want to be strong for my mother, but thinking about this makes me cry because I am, well, like that.
I was supposed to go out with my father tonight, which would have been a nice distraction, but as is his wont, he forgot to call me. It allowed me to catch up on the full campaign chronicles of one of my current roleplaying campaigns (I joined a third of the way in, so I didn't know about their first several missions), do my in-character blogging, and do some other reading, which was nice and distracting for a while.
Right now, I don't know. I tried to play guitar and such (I wrote a new song yesterday), but I'm not feeling up to work or chatter. I just want to comfort eat (which I can't, since I just found out I gained ten pounds and started a diet) and wait for my mother to come home from the movies.
Not my favourite day ever.
ETA: I called my bank to set up a transfer between accounts, and asked to cancel an extra chequing account I had for no reason. Instead, they cancelled my savings by accident and I still have the extra account (to be fixed POSSIBLY on Thursday). Then I went to make some toast, and it set itself on FIRE.
WHY.
My mother is acting unworried and is not bringing it up much, as is her wont. I know that the last thing she needs is for me to flip out over it, as that will only make her upset. Besides, my grandmother will doubtlessly be doing that for the next month. She is the quintessential worrier.
Everything is happening quickly, and my mother is very hopeful that everything will be just fine. She says she feels fine, other than not being able to exercise. We joked that it is probably what has made her so incontinent, and got in the way of her ambition for flat abs. I want to be strong for my mother, but thinking about this makes me cry because I am, well, like that.
I was supposed to go out with my father tonight, which would have been a nice distraction, but as is his wont, he forgot to call me. It allowed me to catch up on the full campaign chronicles of one of my current roleplaying campaigns (I joined a third of the way in, so I didn't know about their first several missions), do my in-character blogging, and do some other reading, which was nice and distracting for a while.
Right now, I don't know. I tried to play guitar and such (I wrote a new song yesterday), but I'm not feeling up to work or chatter. I just want to comfort eat (which I can't, since I just found out I gained ten pounds and started a diet) and wait for my mother to come home from the movies.
Not my favourite day ever.
ETA: I called my bank to set up a transfer between accounts, and asked to cancel an extra chequing account I had for no reason. Instead, they cancelled my savings by accident and I still have the extra account (to be fixed POSSIBLY on Thursday). Then I went to make some toast, and it set itself on FIRE.
WHY.