So short, make it sweet

Here I am, for the second time in two months, sitting in the waiting room for the Intermediate care unit.

It's been a crazy ride these last two months.

On April 6, my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. Big slap in the face, bad taste of reality.

You go to sleep one night swearing and cursing your problems (can't find a career, hate my social status, wish my life was more exciting and less working) and you wake up the next morning and everything you have ever dreaded, your worst fears are realized; everything you have in life is flipped up side down.

One great big mind-fuck.

‘No day but today, forget regret. Make the most of all situations’

One great big lie you’ve been feeding yourself for who knows how long.

Trust me you don’t know what it is like to live ‘one-fucking-day-at-a-time’.

Every morning I try to wake up and praise God that I am alive and that I have one more day to share with my mother, with my family, with my friends.

It takes everything I have in my power to realize how small and insignificant I am, how little control I have over most situations; but at the same time how blessed I am to be a player in such a beautiful thing.

Through out this ordeal I have been reflecting a lot, asking God for guidance and peace and strength.

It’s a situation I thought I would never have to face, who am I kidding it’s a situation I pretended wasn’t real.

In most cases children outlive their parents; common knowledge,  the way of logic.

She’s only 45. It stings. I guess it always does.

Prayers are graciously appreciated, kind words, wishes - whatever your flavor.

Slow down and appreciate life. Love as much as possible. Reflect personally or spiritually.

For the sake of all that is good just open your heart and embrace the goodness in life before the darkness can drain your spirit.

The following links are just some charities worth supporting. Most have offered, if nothing else, love and support.

American Cancer Society

Livestrong Foundation

Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong.
Move along, move along like I know you do.
And even when your hope is gone.
Move along, move along just to make it through - All American Rejects