Well shit.

I've had this terrible feeling like my head is going to explode yet slowly but surely it's starting to de-swell...

So it's been a rough couple of days for my family and I.
Let's start off with the fact that my mom- the woman who I talk about frequently on here, told me just on this past Friday, that she's been diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer.

This is probably the biggest thing to ever hit my family, ever.
My mom had told me while I was up in Boone, where I've been living for the summer. She came up with my aunt, my grandma and a close family friend Mary-Lou. They wanted to be there for Mom. And so she told me, as I proceeded to break down into choked sobs and get chills even though my apartment was at 87 degrees inside.
I seriously still can't really believe it. At times, I don't want to. I think of all the stories of "so-and-so passed away during their battle with cancer". I'm terrified.
Mainly because my mom said that she would rather I stayed at school and worked on graduating than stayed at home to take care of her. In my mind, I see her at home in pain by herself and that alone makes me want to cry. She assures me that with my aunt 12 houses away, my grandma in town, and all of our neighbors in and around the culda-sac, that she's going to be fine.
When I think about that and honestly just how strong she is, I completely forget that she has cancer... But then something like her having chemo tomorrow hits me and it all comes flooding back.
I try and be a positive person around Mom, I have to be. Because I've seen it in her face how this is hitting her and it makes me sad.
Then something like the fact that there's a study abroad trip through my department in the upcoming spring, hits me and I worry again. Because okay, what if something- god willing something happens, and I'm not there? What if I'm overseas and the worse case scenario happens? I can't stop thinking about that. For some reason, I'm just absolutely terrified that I won't be there. I guess college has done that to me. College makes me feel almost completely detached from my family here in Mo-ville.

I know that later on a lot of these worries will dissipate, but I guess since this is so new and we've been telling everyone what the deal is, it's just hard.
It's hard to accept and it's hard to live with. When in your head, you just think "oh she's just a little sick but she'll get better" but you forget that it's cancer.
But no. She WILL get better. She will get Better. She will get better. She has to. There is way too much that she and I have left to do, and she cannot leave me in this world alone.


But for now I'm left to my own devices- thinking up tattoo ideas inspired by mom, waiting for a job, worrying about my mom and her chemo treatments, being busy enough to cover everything financially, figuring that god loves me because I seem to be the only person that didn't get fucked over by financial aid, figuring that I need to lose X amount of weight so that I can love myself again, wishing that I had a man-type figure to lean on and to hug and to kiss and Good god I miss kissing, waiting for that 'Welcome to Pottermore!' email to come, contemplating what to do around the house and when exactly I should do laundry (probably this morning), hating my phone for it's faulty wiring and no idea how I'm supposed to fix it exactly, trying to help a friend with a very strange breakup (yes it's 4:06am), feeling guilty about a show I dropped so that I could come home to be with Mom because now that particular show has been cancelled, gasping about how great "The Glee Project" seems to be (I LOVE SAM AND HIS DREADLOCKS) and he makes me want to kiss him all the time and never stop, and finally regretting ever continuously liking a particular boy because he only seems to like the girls that aren't good for him. Yeah, that's my brain right now.