Then, we found out yesterday that my mama has breast cancer. What? My mom? No way. She is healthy and active and young(ish--wink wink, mom). I feel like I could puke right now. We don't know much, which is a hard place to be, but I'm learning that breast cancer is a series of long waits. The little info that we do know is very reassuring, and my mom is pretty upbeat about the whole thing. We have a consultation with a surgeon next week, which will, hopefully, give us more info. But, surgery is imminent at this point. So we'll just take it one day at a time, do what the docs tell us, and get better. The odds are highly in our favor.
But, I do find myself feeling a little defeated and sorry for myself. Like they say: when it rains it pours. But, why is it raining in August (literally and figuratively)?? Then I remember, right now, in this moment, we're all okay. And, we have the most beautiful, happy, silly little baby/granddaughter/niece etc who proves that this is a rollercoaster, and it's these low moments make the highs even better, and that silly babies make the lows a lot more bearable.
Case in point: