Dealing with the changes

Mom went through chemotherapy for months, the eight month timeline was fast approaching. A good doctor will always tell their patients, there is no timeline, it is up to them and the man upstairs. She hadn't lost one inch of her brown hair, it just thinned out some.

The day came for her scan to see the results of the medicine outcome. She would go a week carrying what looked like a purse, that had the medicine in it with a plastic tube running to the top of her right chest. Now she was walking freely waiting for a answer, we had surprised her a vacation trip regardless of the outcome. We were either gonna be celebrating or giving her one last fun ride before leaving this Earth. She waited in the room, shaky and nervous, my heart sank when that door opened. I took a deep breath before the doctor gave us the news, but was relieved hearing the doctor say the cancer was gone. I thanked God a thousand times to myself, but like everything else, the devil was there to fight back. The cancer was completely gone, but she had a very rare type, the cancer was so vicious that the chances of it coming back was a very high percent. I didn't think of that time, I thought of now, it was the first time in a long time something went good. I just had to be prepared for the worse when and if it ever came back.

We drove out to our vacation destination, away from doctors, medicine and anything else back at home. I just started dating after years , figured it would be a way to get the cancer off my mind. It made things worse, I had a girlfriend fresh out of graduating High School, she didn't have the chance to mature yet in life. Me being older I was a little more on the mature side, the relationship wouldn't last though, I could do better then arguing all the time and not making things better. The end of the year was a better one after the pass two, I had extra time with my mom, I continued praying hoping for the best. My dad was doing better, just needed to control his diabetes a little better then he was. I was scared of loosing my dad to that disease while my mom was sick, he would eat when he was nervous which was all the time, I would drink when I was, but I put the bottle down to focus on her not myself. Things seemed to go back uphill at the moment, but there is always that one dark cloud that covers all the sun light.