Well, mom's PFT's were yesterday. The lady performing the test said she did well for a woman her age. She was a little shocked that mom was 71. That's all she could tell her though. So we've just been hanging out waiting some more - because we all love that. We should get a call from the doctor tomorrow with a yes or no to the surgery.

The intelligent part of me, the medical field part of me knows we need this surgery. We need to know exactly what we're fighting and exactly what stage we're at. The daughter in me that looks at my 71 year old mother and wishes I could just do it all for her... well, that part wishes we could just skip that surgery stuff altogether. I remember, well, what that first one was like. The recovery was brutal and this time we add chemo and/or radiation. This is the part that sucks.

Then I remind myself that I am strong. That came from somewhere. That came from her and her mother before her and her mother before that. We come from a long line of strong women - physically, mentally, but most of all spiritually. God has this. Good, bad, or indifferent, He has gone before us into tomorrow. He's paving the way.

So whether she has surgery or not, I will trust that He knows what He's doing when nothing makes much sense to me. I will hold onto those that are holding onto me. We will be strong together. We will be weak together. We will laugh together. We will cry together. We will pray together. We will do it all together. Why? Because no one fights cancer alone.