I'm going home.

I'm moving home to Oklahoma in a week and half to help out with my mom. She's been diaganosed with what we thought was lung cancer but found out last week, it was metastatic. We still don't know what stage or even really what type it is. She's been sick since Mid-July 2011. And it's early November. The news we get from the doctors, goes back and forth. Positive and negative. It's nerve racking to say the least. I'm taking a leave from work to be home with her and to figure out what all is going on. Basically to take care of things. I know this is right, and yes it's stresful. But it's what I need to do, what I want to do. She fought me on it the first hint of the idea that I was coming home. My dad didn't think it was the best idea. (They're divorced) Some 'friends' didn't agree eithor. But I'm going. Luckily my older sister is there, she's been very helpful to mom. Although those two fight like cats and dogs, but mom knows my sister is there for her. My niece lives here with me, at my house, but we're both heading back. She just found a great job and was starting to get used to living here in AZ too, but that's life. I'm beyond stressed trying to pack and figure everything out. Luckily I'm still able to sleep at night, but the thought of everything I have to do is driving me mad. I just can't wait to sit on my mothers porch and hold her hand and do everything I can for her. I go back and forth every minute, every second, on whethor this is the best idea. But deep down in my heart, I know it is. I'm going home to Oklahoma.