Everchanging.

Please just take this as a vent. It's funny, for all the joys of the nooks and crannies of the internet here is the only place I feel comfortable saying anything at all. So please, bear with me. My Mum has cancer. She wont explain it to me, she wont even use the word. I had to tell her she has cancer and just responded with "well..." and laughed. I don't need sympathy, I know she'll be alright, she's far too stubborn to be taken out by something as normal as this. If any sort of disease takes my Mother out it will be something ironic or disturbingly hilarious. It just have to tell someone, almost noone knows. A few people know she's sick, but that's it. She has to get a complete hysterectomy, her uterus, overies, the whole deal GONE. This sorta weirds me out. Her uterious is swollen up to meet her rib cage. She's getting more tests done this week, it's all rather strange and I guess I've just sort of been pretending nothing's happening. I have a habit of jumping to conclusions and then that conclusion never comes around.

Thanks of listening guys, I've been holding onto that for far too long.