The Plan, the battle begins.
I'm so random at these postings,so scattered in my thoughts, sometimes not feeling like writing at all. But I think someday I will want to read this, to look back at the journey and remember every detail. Maybe not, if I think back to the first time Mom had cancer, I'd like to forget most of it, except the memories of late night Nintendo playing, random trips to the store for food she was craving, the games she would make for me while I was at school, those things make me smile. It's hard this time, Mom is so far away, 3 hours on a good day. It's a real bummer because I can't just go see here and hang out whenever I want. We can't play Nintendo all night, or go get frozen yogurt for dinner. I have to wonder how is she really doing? Is she ok, is she putting up a front, trying to be strong, when in reality she's sitting there scared to death with nobody to talk to? I hope not, but if I could be there and talk to her, I would feel better. Just to make sure she