Today I lied to my mom and told her that I had been cured. She was very happy. Now I feel guilty lying to her, she was always open-minded and very non-judgmental , so I'm not used to having to lie to her and never really did.

I feel so guilty I ever told my mom that I was sick. I just needed to tell my mom and I didn't get how mentally fragile she was. Lately she's been so lost , I miss her and I miss our conversations , she rarely talks much anymore

Michael has been amazing. He's been spending upwards of ten hours a day at my place plus running my errands and he's being really good at taking care of me. Besides, he's also great company, he likes reading to me and telling me stories and he's wonderful.
This recovery is taking longer than expected and I am so thankful to him and for him.
A friend got me a bed with trundle drawers as a gift for the guest bedroom and Michael has been putting it together,  now is done and it looks great.

My adorable niece actually drove from Lancaster to take me to the hospital at 6 a.m. I'm so thankful to her, I didn't ask her, she volunteered. My son has been spending all day with me everyday this week, helping with everything around the house he's being really amazing and I am really thankful to him for it.
I love them for been there and for being so awesome.

I went through my surgery. Cedar cyanide was as much as a nightmare as I expected it to be so I don't have that much information from the doctors because they don't bother talking to people. But what they did tell me is that they found no present evidence of cancer. So the good news is that the surgery was pretty much useless and that is good news

I am in Cedars waiting to register. Sooooo nervous!

It's All About Love

I told myself I was going to defy the odds and everything was normal. Now they found a spot in my lung. Getting harder

Sometimes time stands still.