My Shit's Fucked Up
That amazing grace Thought it passed you by You wake up every day, and you start to cry You want to die But you just can't quit The little bastard in yellow is causing the problem. I have been journaling off and on on blogger since before Leiney was born. Until December or January, I never went back and looked at postings. Even now, I do so sparingly. Today, reviewing a post from February 2008, I learned that the research I have been doing on Jenny's cancer is the same behavior I engaged in when my mother had ovarian cancer. Attendant with that research is my tendency to latch on to the worst case scenarios. To be clear, Jenny has stage IVb pancreas cancer. That means it has spread outside of the pancreas to distant organs. It's on her liver. She has a 5% chance of surviving 5 years after diagnosis. She was sick in October of 2019. It became unbearable in late May of 2020, when she lost 25 lbs. in a month. I had been asking he...