Dear Diary,
As I write this I have many emotions, thoughts words and feelings that I want to share. I have been in a bad mood or something these last few weeks. While I had a wonderful time at the reunion this last weekend it was bittersweet fun. You see when mom came to live with me March 17th, 2008 (after she was given the 2-5 months survival diagnosis) she had 3 ‘goals’ if you will, for her to make it to.
1) Mini-family reunion June 2008-
2) Gavin’s 1st Birthday-
3) The birth of Jessie’s baby-
The reunion has passed, Gavin will be 1 next Wednesday and Jessie went into premature labor last week (they were able to stop it) and is on bed rest. The doctors will probably let her have the baby when she goes in to labor again. Baby wasn’t due until August 9th. So as I see this list dwindling down I am sad. Mom’s tummy is growing harder and harder with tumors, she is throwing up and I don’t know what to do or how to act. People keep thinking there words help…but the truth is no words help…