Why does life through stupid curve-balls? Honestly, the last thing I want to hear about is bad news for anyone in my family. I’m scared about the news we are going to receive tomorrow. As I said in a previous post, my mother had to go do a cat-scan and some other tests because the doctor thought something was wrong with her kidneys.

So, the other day, she received a phone call from the secretary who said they found something wrong with her kidneys and the tests showed something else. This is NOT good news at all. My mom has an appointment tomorrow morning at 10am. I want to fucken cry my eyes out right now because I’m scared what tomorrow will bring. I just don’t want to hear about anything that can’t be fixed because I need my mom around for many years to come.