Discussed it with my mom and Mr. Diabolina and finally just decided to do what I've been doing for the last 8 months: speak my truth, come what may. I realized that this blog has become such an outlet for me - creatively and emotionally. It's how I process and record the precious moments of my life. It is how I am fearless; unapologetic about who I am and what I think. It is a gift.
Plus, as a lovely side effect, its become the venue for so much support and validation. It has become a community and a dialogue. About fashion and life and being women and everything in between.
So I thank you in advance for how your words will help me get through the days and challenges ahead...
Today we found out my mom has a brain tumor. It is not cancer - thank goodness. And it is not bleeding which is what the doctors were fearing most of the day.
It is a 3 cm meningioma at the base of her cerebellum. Benign but likely growing and causing the pressure contributing to the headaches she's been having. It may be inoperable due to its location.
The neurologist opted not to admit her after keeping her under observation for about 8 hours. Her pain eventually responded to medication and the vomitting was localized to Friday. Apparently a very good thing.
We are getting referrals tomorrow. Want to get more information from a specialist about treatment options. The ER people just recommended a wait and see approach. Ugh. Have I mentioned our health care system makes me ill.
Please keep her in your thoughts. She was feeling better this evening. Seems like the pain is one day on, one day off.
I am a wreck inside but trying to keep it together for her. Have gone into problem solving mode. Staying positive until there is something to really worry about. This is life and you either deal with it or you lay down and die. The latter is not an option.
Mr. D has been an angel, per usual. Thank you to Sable Crow and Pop Tart Lover and Jean Bean and Juana and Peaches and Charmy and The Peeper and her husband for all the love. We are lucky to have the support system we do.
The first thing my mom said when she saw me was that she loved the skirt.
I love her.