On June 25th the 5 of us sat in a hospital room waiting for doctors to come in and tell us more about my mom’s ovarian cancer. With each Doctor the news got a little worse. The final doctor came in and told us without chemotherapy AND surgery she would have about 6 months. I am aware that is just an estimation and they don’t really know when anyone will die. But six months from that day is Christmas. 

Here we are two months later. She decided to go ahead with chemotherapy and possible surgery. The effects of chemotherapy have taken their toll, robbing her of her hair and dropping her white blood cell count.  With 3 chemotherapy sessions left we are approaching the big question…have the tumors shrunk enough that surgery is an option? Time will tell as we continue to ride this emotional roller coaster.  Fuck cancer.