Cancer
My mother has breast cancer.
The specific type is called Invasive Duct Carcinoma.
She's an old woman these days. Only in her 60's but life has taken a toll on her so she's, perhaps, a little closer to 80 or 85, in terms of how delicate her body is. If she has to go through chemo, I am afraid she will not survive.
I feel so powerless.
There isn't anything I can do about this except talk to her (too late tonight. I'll have to call her tomorrow) and pray for her. I wish I could...step in and fight somehow. But I have no choice but to sit on the sidelines and watch and hope for the best.
The specific type is called Invasive Duct Carcinoma.
She's an old woman these days. Only in her 60's but life has taken a toll on her so she's, perhaps, a little closer to 80 or 85, in terms of how delicate her body is. If she has to go through chemo, I am afraid she will not survive.
I feel so powerless.
There isn't anything I can do about this except talk to her (too late tonight. I'll have to call her tomorrow) and pray for her. I wish I could...step in and fight somehow. But I have no choice but to sit on the sidelines and watch and hope for the best.