So, I was sitting here chilling out with the baby and Hubby who had just gotten home. All of a sudden, the phone rings. I really wish I hadn't picked it up, because I was in a really good mood today.
My little sister (ok, she's 28, but she's still my little sister) was on the other end. First words out of her mouth: "Tam, Are you sitting down?" Of course, the smartass that I am, I said "Why? Ya pregnant again?" She said "No. It's worse."
She hesitated for a minute, took a deep breath and said "I have Cancer". I fucking lost it. I started going off on her and accused her of lying to me. I bitched at her for a good ten minutes before I let her speak again.
She told me she had gone to get some moles removed (as everyone in our family has to do every few years, just in case), and of course they did biopsies on the moles removed. She has malignant melanoma. Same freaking vile piece of shit that claimed my father's life at just 39 years old. He was diagnosed when he was just 34, went through every treatment available and still was dead in 5 years.
I really don't know what I'm going to do. Her doctors *hope* that they caught it in time, but they did note some considerable growth and spreading. They have her on 2 medications. She gave me the name of one of them (Starts with an M, that's all I remember). The doctors are going to try the medications and see if that will stop the growth or at least slow it so they can put her through treatment, most likely chemo.
I am passed being sad. I did my crying and screaming. Now I'm downright fucking pissed. This disease doesn't care who it gets into. Some may remember that I mentioned that my sister had a baby back in October. She's not even 8 months old yet. She NEEDS my Sister! And we need her as well.
I just got off the phone with my older sister, after letting her know about it. We're both out for blood. But, a good thing is also coming out of our anger---we're both making appointments on Monday to get checked. My older sister has had her own scares as I've mentioned in the past, with the cervical/ovarian cancer scares. They thankfully turned out to be just that--scares.
This post is really just meant to be a rant, but please, if anyone can say anything to lighten my mood or lift my spirits, I really really could use it.



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I'll have positive thoughts and prayers for you and your family. Cancer almost took my moms sister, I know the pain.



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