Some day I will blog before the sun goes down. Or before 9:00 pm at the very least. Just wanted to give folks with insomnia something to read.
So, on the Mama Knascar front, the news isn't good. Very not good. The word on the street is stage 4 lung cancer. I keep saying it over and over in my head in the hopes that some day soon I'll be able to think or utter those four words without the waterworks starting. So far, no go.
Why yes, I am planning on looking for a therapist first thing tomorrow.
In a whiplash change of topic, my uber-boring Trekking sock is coming along. I'm three repeats into the Primavera socks which I cast on Monday night. I'll try to get a picture of them if the sun ever comes up again.
Shit.
I’m so sorry to hear that! You and mama Knascar are in my thoughts.
I’m so sorry to hear about your mom. I’m sending good thoughts to you and your family.
**Hugs** and my own set of waterworks for you. 😦
Oh sweetie!!! Email me and we can meet some where to talk if you want to. I have been thru this recently so I know what you are going through. Hugs!!!!
So Sorry about your Mom.
Keep blogging, though, you can make it.
Yeah — as if “cancer” isn’t horrible enough, it now comes with numbers attached. . .
I’ve walked this road. It’s brutal. But there is an end. Hang on.
Oh, I am so sorry. You and your mom are in my prayers.