Biscuits and Gravy

This is a difficult post to write. Mom had her latest oncologist appointment this last Friday after a recent cat scan. Unfortunately, her cancer is progressing. It is, officially, the esophageal cancer metastasized, to her lungs, lymph nodes, and back on what remains of her pancreas. No more chemotherapy. No more radiation. No more treatments except that which will, in the future, make her comfortable. Thankfully, the progression that was seen was very minor, and so we are hopeful that we still have quite a bit of time with Mom. She has been such a warrior the last few years, battling this stupid, unrelenting cancer, and we are all so much the better for the time that we've had with her, and the time we still have to come. We are looking to the future, making plans and arrangements, but not giving up on the time we have now, living for the present, because it is such a gift. Mom is the strongest person I've ever known and is facing this chapter of her life with the same resiliency I've seen her face other struggles with, which can be summed up in her favorite phrase..."It is what it is".