Last night, I spoke with my mother. I asked her a few questions regarding some of the information I learned about IDC and she proceeded to chew my ass out (Tanya, I think my mother read your comment).
My mother, the little tiny woman, has some fight in her. She was pissed off that I was worried about her. She wants me to be happy while she's living and not sad because I choose to focus on the fact that something might kill her, especially something that is as slow as what she has. "I stand a better chance of getting in a fatal car accident tomorrow than I do of this killing me".
Her attitude is that today is no different than yesterday. That yes, she has cancer and she's going to get what needs to be done done, but that living life is more important than dwelling on your death, especially since nothing to this point indicates anything of the sort.
Next week, she goes in for some more tests and then will pick two separate doctors to discuss treatment options. She's totally against a lumpectomy as the chance of reoccurrence is too high. Once she meets with the doctors, she'll schedule the surgery as soon as possible.
Then she'll get back on with her life as best she can.
I should have known this, knowing my mother the way I do. Hard headed is actually a compliment for her. She's going to tackle this thing head on and not look back when she's through. And my mom's not one of those who can hide it when she's scared or sad - she really isn't bothered by this like I was worrying she would be.
That's my mom!