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Just wanted to pop in and quickly say that I am feeling better since the last post I wrote. Fellow blogger, Shelley, left some encouraging words and reminded me quickly that all isn't lost yet. This is very true and I must remember that each day my mom is still here. It also does help that today we had some nice weather, in the 70s, and I went out for a run/walk on a trail at Sharon Woods for the first time in a very long time. It was very hard with the stroller, I'll admit. But still felt good to get the blood flowing and heart pumping. In other news, Maddie, The Precocious Toddler, is now able to climb out of her crib:/ On Saturday afternoon, Ryan and I had put Maddie down for her nap and settled down in the living room (which is right outside her room since we live in a bi-level) expecting to be able to relax for at least 20 minutes before tending to some tasks.  We suddenly heard Maddie's door squeak open and we look at each other confused; I remember wondering, ...

It's 3 in the morning and I should be sleeping. But I can't.  This afternoon at my mom's radiologist appointment to prep for her future chemo and radiation treatments, our worst fear was confirmed: my mom has Glioblastoma grade 4.  From the little research I had done on the day of her surgery to remove the bigger tumor before my dad advised me to stop reading "negative stuff" and we were all hopeful for a better diagnosis (anything BUT glioblastoma!) I can just say that this is not positive news at all. It is surreal. It is only day One of us all facing the reality of it and letting it sink in (although I had largely suspected it the whole week, but like my dad, was holding my breath for something that was more beatable) and it is already more than I think I can bear. During a time like this, my first impulse would be to call my mom for comfort and wisdom. I can't do that as she is so exhausted from the surgery and the meds; and even if she begins to feel be...