Mom

These days are much more difficult than I ever expected.

I don't know how to help her with comfort. How to help her with the pain. I have monitors to check in on her visually. She can hardly sleep.

This disease, breast cancer, diagnosed in 2014. Double mastectomy and reconstruction. First her and soon after, me. She a survivor; me a previvor.

The Emory doctors have extended her life about 2 years since we've come to Atlanta. I never saw this day coming. I guess I thought she would never look frail or become child like. She also been so independent with such a "its my life and I'm going to choose how to live it" attitude.

The doctor is now using "hospice" in her conversations with us about options.

Parts of me feel that I should take her home where there would be help. Other parts of me, feels like I should keep her around familiarity and Emory.

I just don't know.

Lord, I'm here. Continue to guide and direct me as You always have.

Yolanda