Friday, August 26, 2011

...Insert Witty Title Here... (I don't have one.)

I should be at the Women of Faith conference this weekend.

I blogged about it. I arranged to have childcare, (no small feat around here.) I even picked up something new to wear.

Then, yesterday morning, I got one of those phone calls, the ones you get a few times in your life that change everything.

In this case, the one where I find out my mom has breast cancer.

Mom's been battling Multiple Sclerosis for the better part of 20 years, most of my life. I'm used to her being sick. I'm used to the slow, downhill battle that is MS. But

My mom is being oddly stoic, which is totally not like her. I, the stoic one, am having a hard time keeping it together.

I'm spending the weekend at home with my family, praying, thinking, planning, and yes, occasionally hiding in bed, with my head under the pillow.

We'll have more answers next week, test results, hopefully a treatment plan. I think we'll all feel better then. Sometimes not knowing is the worst part.

My apologies to the Book Sneeze program, which generously provided me with the tickets to the event. I wish I were there, having a great time, as planned.


  1. I am so sorry. I don't know you or your mom, but I am saying a prayer for you right now.

  2. Oh no. I'll be praying because that can be such a scary thing. Hopefully it is cured soon.

  3. Lisa, I am so sorry. My mother-in-law has been going through this for a year and a half, and you're right: Not knowing is the worst part. I am lifting you and your family up to Jehovah Rophe, the Lord who heals.