Two days after I found my way back to bloggy land, I got shitty news. The kind of news that makes me want to crawl into a ball and cry. It's not that the Mayans were right. They weren't.
Two days after I found my way back here, I got a text from my sister saying that my mom's doctors found a spot on her diaphragm. Later, I would find out that this spot has been there for a while and that the spot has grown. Mom has stage 3c ovarian
In the meantime, we celebrate and we prepare. Christmas is a beautiful time of year. A time for love and family and generosity. Maybe Santa will be super generous and make the spot disappear. It's time for a Christmas miracle around here.