I received some shocking news this weekend: my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
A freaking brain tumour.
Really? Seriously. Not just cancer, not in her abdomen or her breast – in her HEAD.
I’m shocked. Shocked. Both my sister and I have discussed the alarming change in our mother’s personality in the past few weeks, changes we wondered if they indicated the onset of dimentia or some other mental illness.
Turns out, it was a brain tumour.
It’s kind of unbelievable. It’s like some corny, overwrought plot twist in a cable TV movie starring Julia Roberts. Real people don’t get brain tumours – there isn’t even cancer in my family!
Upon her diagnosis in the Pembroke ER, my mother was shipped immediately by ambulance to Ottawa for further testing. She’s going into surgery this morning to remove the tumour, and it will be send for testing. Hopefully she feels a whole lot better once that mass is out of her head.
Thank GOD for my sister, who’s background in years of palliative care volunteering seems to have prepared her for this task: being the buffer of information between my father, the doctors, and the rest of the family.
I spent the day trying to get used to the idea, and repeating to my guides and angels, “I need your help. Thank you for your help.” My Sweetie of course is my rock, literally holding my hand as I try and wrap my mind around this new idea.
Prayers for my Mom, please.