My mom will have her first chemotherapy session. Well, her first this time. Unfair. Yes, unfair.
In the last four weeks since her surgery, things have been bad, gotten worse, gotten better, gotten worse. Sleepless nights. Deep, hard, heavy sleep. Prayers cut off in mid-prayer because I just can't stay awake.
She's going to fight, so I'll fight too, even when what's happening takes my breath away. Even when I wake up in the middle of one of those deep sleeps thinking of questions I need to ask her, things I need to say, thing we need to do.