My Mom Has Cancer. Stage 4. All Over. We JUST Found Out About It.

There. I said it.

There's no point in me bullshitting around the issue or trying to hide it, it is what it is and if you know me I'm probably gonna tell you anyway.

How did she get cancer, in stage 4? Well there's some scientific explanation for that which I have yet to fully research because I'm still in shock. Why am I in shock? Because my mother went into the hospital for PAIN. She often goes to the hospital for PAIN. Well, this wonderful last time they kept her because they (finally) scanned her and saw something weird going on in her liver and lungs. Not to mention she's had several (at least 10) hard masses form in different places on her body over the course of a month or so. So tell me, how does someone, who goes to the doctor regularly, at least 2-3 times a week, have to BEG to be seen properly and when they finally are seen they find out they have STAGE 4 CANCER??? STAGE 4 CANCER DIDN'T DEVELOP IN THE TWO WEEKS THIS NEW PAIN STARTED OCCURRING.

People are fucking lazy. People don't want to do their jobs. SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE CAUGHT THIS BEFORE IT GOT TO THIS POINT. My warning to you: PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR BODY AND DEMAND THE CARE YOU NEED. Check this link about being an empowered patient. This is happening everywhere and its a DAMN SHAME.

I'm hurt. Pissed. Confused. Tired. Angry. Mad. Livid. Depressed. Angry. Sad. Furious. Those are just a few things I am experiencing at this exact moment. How can we let things like this happen to each other? Pay attention to yourself and to others when they tell you things. People amazingly know a lot about their own bodies. I know its hard to pinpoint diseases at times, and I know a lot of people pretend to be sick because they want drugs or whatever, but PAY ATTENTION PEOPLE. LOVE YOUR LOVED ONES. FOR REAL.


WARNING: Although your intentions may be noble, there's really no point in trying to make me feel okay about this. There is NOTHING that can make me feel okay about this situation. In a week I went through having the strongest person in my entire world crushed under pain and threat of death when someone could have made an effort to figure out what was wrong with her. THERE IS NOTHING OKAY ABOUT THIS SITUATION. I'm not saying I'm not willing to accept help or prayer, or kind words (Those are actually helpful, needed and awesome. Like hugs. HUGS ARE AWESOME), but this isn't something I'm just going to "get over", so don't bother trying to make me. I am a blunt asshole at times and can be unintentionally; don't push it because your feelings WILL get hurt and will be chalked up to a personal problem on your end. I am only focused on getting my mother better and finding out how this could have happened, and possibly stopping it from happening to others. If you're not on that kind of mission as well, don't bother me or get me off track of that mission.

ON A HAPPIER(-ISH) NOTE: Please send your positive thoughts and prayers to my mother. She needs whatever help she can get in fighting this. She's currently at the Atlanta Veteran's Affairs Medical Center waiting for the doctors to figure out what to do next. Please share your love and goodwill and happy fuzziness and let's bend the universe to our will and help her get better!