So. A couple weeks ago we found out my mom has breast cancer. Its not going to be an easy time getting rid of it. That's what they say. It hasn't hit me. I know it hasn't. I have yet to connect the word cancer to my mother. I have been a little upset. Maybe its been because everyone else has been in a bad mood about it. Everyone except mom. Mom always has high hopes. She's the bravest lady I know. My dad isn't a very affectionate man. The only person he shows anything towards is my mom. And now she's sick. And my father is scared to death. Really. This fear is the most emotion I've seen out of him other than anger that I can remember. He's just that type of person. Unemotional. But this sick momma thing is taking its toll on him. And maybe that worries me even more. She's gonna be on chemo for over a year. Sometime in that year she will have surgery. After the year, she'll have radiation. Elisa's momma said it probably won't hit me until she starts chemo. That isn't very far away. I kinda like being able to make jokes about it and not worry constantly. I hope it doesn't hit me too hard. Please pray for my mom and my family. We haven't gotten used to this cancer thing. We don't know what the rest of the year will look like.  | 
