Update on my Mom

Just a quick update to let everyone know my mom's in the hospital again. For those new to the game, my mom has been battling cancer for the last 2-3 years. That's what this was about.

The details are unimportant, but the doctors say it doesn't look very good right now. Then again, the doctors have been underestimating my mom for years. I'm not so sure they have their act completely together, either.

I'm trying to be hopeful and optimistic about this, but I'm trying not to lie to myself, too. She's been in a drug induced coma (because of the pain) for a while, but I think she's starting to breathe better and be more responsive. She even woke up for a while the other day! On top of that she wasn't complaining about pain at all. She was smiling and joking around, even. Pretty much her usual self, but, you know, a little drugged out.

We'll see what happens. I personally think she's going to come through this thing. I swear these doctors have some kind of bet on which one of them can depress us the most, though.

Doctor: Here's the facts, guys: We're going to put her on antibiotics to fight the infection. We're going to keep her on the pain meds but gradually reduce them so she can be more awake and help get rid of the problems in her lungs. She's showing small, but gradual signs of improvement since you brought her in. NOW here's my medical opinion: The saline bag will probably start inexplicably leaking in the middle of the night and nobody will notice, the antibiotics will accidentally be labeled "poison" and won't be given to her by the night staff, werewolves are real right? Yeah, werewolves will probably happen. And then, since we're pretty sure there isn't a non-magical way of looking inside her body and seeing what's going on, I think it's a safe bet that more tumors will sprout out of her (that's what cancer does, right? I read a medical book that said that happened once) and form a kind of drill that will burrow deep below the surface of the earth, the cries of humanity's sins will pour out from the gurgling red cauldron of Hell below and scores of winged, cloven hoofed, deformed abominations the likes of which we cannot even completely fathom, from whose bodies will spill out and dangle the tortured forlorn souls of our fallen brethren, will tear away at the sky above and rip open a hole of complete darkness darker than the darkness of space, itself, and will drag you, your mother, and your entire family below where your cries will be muffled by about 4 thousand miles of solid earth and the shrieking hell-spawn feasting upon the creatures who will have once reigned supreme upon the surface of the once noble planet.

And then they'll keep repeating it every time they walk by.


Gotta keep my hopes up.