Cancer.

I didn't really say it before, but there I go now.  My mom has cancer, again.  Lung.  A few years ago, she had breast cancer, and it broke my heart and scared me to death.  Now, I don't know what to think or feel.  We are waiting to know exactly what type of cancer has moved into her lungs, so I guess my response will have to have wait, too.  Sure, I've been upset- primarily because I have no idea what's going on, have no control over the situation, and I can't stand the idea of my mom being in pain.  Of course, that other really scary thought has surfaced, the one I won't name here, so let's just move on...

Cancer.  Shit.