My mom has cancer. For real this time.
That makes it sound like she's calling me up all the time, being all like, oh, I've got cancer! Haha! Psych!
Just to clarify, she doesn't do that.
The reason I say 'for real this time' is because a few months ago the doctors mixed her test results with someone else's and told her she had cancer. Days before they were scheduled to cut off her boob they realized their mistake. They did some extra tests to be extra-special-sure, and this lump, this 'for real' cancer lump, was one they hadn't even noticed before.
They gave her the option of having it removed, or ignored. "It's probably benign," they said.
She said something along the lines of "Get the fucker out of me. Now."
So they did.
And this fucker is malignant.
They think they got it all.
I hope they're right.
But they're kinda batting a shit average right now.
That makes it sound like she's calling me up all the time, being all like, oh, I've got cancer! Haha! Psych!
Just to clarify, she doesn't do that.
The reason I say 'for real this time' is because a few months ago the doctors mixed her test results with someone else's and told her she had cancer. Days before they were scheduled to cut off her boob they realized their mistake. They did some extra tests to be extra-special-sure, and this lump, this 'for real' cancer lump, was one they hadn't even noticed before.
They gave her the option of having it removed, or ignored. "It's probably benign," they said.
She said something along the lines of "Get the fucker out of me. Now."
So they did.
And this fucker is malignant.
They think they got it all.
I hope they're right.
But they're kinda batting a shit average right now.
1 comment:
Woah, shit really did just get real. I'm really sorry about your mom. Good luck.
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