My stomach hurts. My heart is heavy. My brain is foggy.
Mom has a melanoma spot on her shoulder....she feels as though it is contained, but getting info from her is like pulling teeth. She is trying to protect me, I know. But I need facts.
Melanoma. MelaFRICKINnoma. What a HORRIBLE word.
God, I pray for it to be nothing. To be over and done with. Something to be removed, and then we move on. Please God, not my Mom. Not yet. Not now. I beg you, Father, that it is, as the Dr. says, "contained."
Sweeney- going back and forth to MD ANDERSON in TX for surgery, then treatment, far away from home. I so wish MD ANDERSON was in ATL- so we could love on Cabell. How do we love her right now Lord? It makes me so nuts that I have run out of words for her. I am at a loss. ugh. OH GOD! PLEASE HEAL HIM.
Friend in REHAB- enough said.
God, I lift all these burdens up to you. PLEASE Lord, let them ALL be healed.
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