In speaking with my mom, I learned yesterday afternoon that her pulmonary specialist identified the spot on her lung as being cancerous. Mom has an appt. set for Tuesday morning with a surgeon who wiill determine if the spot is operable. From there, the decisions begin. If it is operable, they will go in an remove it immediately. If not, we're looking at other options. So, the rubber is meeting the road... I am concerned but not freaking out and at this point everyone is assuming the best and preparing for decisions. I went to church to teach on Wed evening and lit a candle for mom, and lit one for another friend who was fearing bad medical news this week.
I am grateful, to say the least. AA teaches me (and reminds me yet again today at the noon meeting) that I need not lose my mind (or sobriety) over life's challenges. So, I'm stubbornly living in the day, refusing to allow my mind to go to bad places with worry and doubt. Gratitude for recovery, for a closeness with my mom, for my wife and son, for everything... That's what is carrying me presently.
Comments from you folks have been most helpful and so very meaningful. I love that about recovery people. We love each other unconditionally and deeply and that's very special to me.