Right, so, remember a few weeks ago when I talked about life being a dumpster fire?
A little over a year ago, my mom was diagnosed with leukemia. She spent about two months in the hospital, and another few weeks in a facility to help with physical therapy but was home by Christmas. She’d go for monthly blood tests and was given the all clear a few months ago.
Then, about two weeks after our wedding, my dad called to say her cancer was back and she was admitted to the Cleveland Clinic. She had some tough days while in there, but it finally looked like things were starting to move in a more positive direction. Then last Tuesday my dad called and said she was having a really, really bad night and we should come to the hospital.
Very early Wednesday morning, my mom passed away.
Hence the whole dumpster fire thing I’ve been dealing with as of late.