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Last night my mom told me she has cancer.

I am still not sure how I’m feeling right now, but she is very confident in her doctor, and that everything will  be alright.

Her doctor told her that she has stage 1 uterine cancer. She is scheduled to have a complete hysterectomy on January 7th. They don’t know right now if she will have to do chemotherapy or radiation treatments, but because they caught it so early, she probably won’t have to do further treatment.

She has had a lot of pre-cancer spots taken care of on her face and shoulders in the last few years, but it never occurred to me that my mom would actually ever have real, serious cancer (as opposed to non-serious cancer? I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore) that could put her health in danger.

I know that if this was someone else, and I was on the outside, I would think but she’s going to have a hysterectomy and everything will be fine.

But that’s my mother. Not a stranger. I’m not dismissing a single thing where my mom’s involved.

I’m so tired of fucking cancer in my family.

The only consolation I feel is that if there is one person on this Earth who could probably scare cancer cells away and make them never want to come back, it’s my mom.

She’s little, but she’s mean.