The Night Shift

This is night number four in a row for me. The second night by myself. The first night by myself where Mom can die. I’ve had Jim or Georgia hanging out with me the last few nights. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared. Scared that I’ll miss her going, scared that she might go…

The Worst News…Ever

My Mom has a brain tumor. A glioblastoma or GBM. Historical cure rate 0%. Historical 5 year survival rate for her type and severity is 0%. Historial 3 year survival rate is 1%. Historical 1 year survival rate doesn’t even get above 30%. This is a fast growing, aggressive tumor. She spends the last 3…