This is the Title of an Uncreative Violinist.:)

I don't know how to begin this post. I've dreaded it but I also have no other real means of getting my emotions out that feel sufficient enough.  I can talk to some people, but the real person who always lent a generous ear and sound advice to my every concern and problem is the one who is now dying and gradually wasting away. A few weeks ago, at my mom's last MRI, we got the news that my mom's cancer is growing.  After feeling some hope for almost two years of living with this terrible diagnosis--because of somewhat stable scans-- we are feeling the stark reality of this journey ending for our family.  How does one cope with this?  I have no idea, honestly.  For awhile there I thought I was at peace with the inevitability of losing my mother; after all, I'm not so self involved to really believe that I'm the only one who has ever lost a parent--it happens all the time.  Those people survive...I should, too, right?  But even the fact that so many have gone thr