She's lost a lot of weight last month, but she is holding up pretty well despite all the insults of cancer.
I'm currently reading Lawrence Durrell's classic Balthazar.
I'm quoting a passage from this book. It pretty much sums up what's going on between me and mom.
"First the young, like vines,
climb up the dull supports of their elders
who feel their fingers on them, soft and tender;
then the old climb down
the lovely supporting bodies
of the young into their proper deaths."
Yes, I know, it's depressing. But you know what? This is life. There's a time to be born, to grow, and to die. Mom and I have grown together ever since her cancer diagnosis. I can only pray I can be strong enough to support her as she climbs down.