We just found out today my mom has cancer of liver and bladder. We won't know the prognosis until next week sometime. She's 83, so it's not likely to be good.
I'm feeling horribly guilty. Through her life she's manipulated doctors and such and had people around her believing she was dying more than a few times. She faked attempting suicide twice. Let's just say she's high maintenance and leave it at that. I knew she was going for a biopsy, but she's had unnecessary biopsies before.
I know it's selfish, but I am not going to skip my week long class with Rosalie Dace. That is the second week of August. But I do have to go to Phoenix. I'll be heading that way late in August and I suspect I'll be staying a few weeks. I dread the flight and the expense of renting a car that long. And, I dread the heat. This will eat up what I had planned to spend on a new sewing machine.
And all that makes me feel guilty that I'm thinking such things when my mom is undoubtedly not going to live out the year.
I could use prayers and good thoughts for strength and good health.
Sunny