Hospitals -&- Christmas
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"Next year I will be better." She said simply, as if somehow she had disappointed me by being sick on Christmas. But I don't need you to be better. I don't require that from you, mom. The holidays aren't for you to entertain or please me. I would rather be with you right now than anywhere else. This is time for us to be together. After doing a biopsy on my mom's brain, the doctors were able to diagnose her with Central Nervous System Lymphoma. I never saw any of this coming. But I guess.. How could I? Mom has gotten progressively better since they started treatment. She wears normal clothes and eats normal food. She can wheel herself around in a wheelchair and she keeps getting stronger. Sure, it's hard to see her like this -- but it's nice to see her improving. I did not know I would be spending Christmas in a hospital this year. And no one knew the Messiah would be born in a manger -- Christmas wasn't meant to be p