Ovarian Cancer Sucks

Today my beloved Mother In Law came home in an ambulance. She is now in Hospice care, and we will knock ourselves silly making her comfortable for the few weeks she has. I hate this. We are talking about the most vibrant human being I have ever met. I have never heard her utter an ugly word about another person. Ever. Never seen her depressed or even really angry. Maybe frustrated a time or two. When the doctors came in on Friday to tell her the cancer had spread, she sat there for a little bit, absorbed the news, and just muttered, "Damn". Saturday she was down. Nobody can blame her. She wants to see her grandchildren finish college, dance at their weddings, and become a great-grandmother-in that exact order, please (and tease her son at becoming a grandfather). By Sunday, she decided she was done with that pity party. Life is short, and getting shorter fast, and she wants to spent her remaining days smelling the roses. So home she went. She has been a volunteer with the same Hospice group that is now caring for her (talk about awkward, every time I need something I have to tell yet another worker that she is sick) and Marianna has made it her goal to encourage her Hospice team through her passing! What do you do with a woman like that? Well first off you marry her son. Then you love her until you can hand her into the arms of Jesus. Hopefully much longer from now than the doctors figured. I think (and hope) they underestimate the feisty little firecracker they just diagnosed. We will start with getting her to hang on through Christmas, and then we will work on New Year's, and before you know it Valentine Day will be here.....thanks for the prayers. Please keep them up.