I love you Jen. Never met my Dad so Im not going to sit here and pretend to know how you feel.
I do know cancer though and I hate it with every fiber of my being.
Cancer is what took my Granny when I was 14 leaving me to walk alone. Until I had my Matt-Matt.
A word of advice:
Talk to your Dr now and tell him what is going on. You need some nerve medicine. Walking into his room is going to be like a walk to the chair... believe me, I know you WANT to see him but you are going to be SO scared. My Granny was my everything but I'll never forget walking into her room after her diagnosis.
They all knew I was her granddaughter but we never told them she was my Mom too so that when she past the state didnt take me. She and I both knew I would be better off making it on my own.
Hind-sight 20/20, she was exactly right.
I dont know if this helps but when I would feel over-whelmed by the fact God would be calling her home soon, I use to think: Welp, people walk out there door everyday, get wacked by a car and their family never sees them alive again. At least TODAY I have my Granny and am blessed with a warning. That is how my 14 yr old mind thought.
It thought what it had to think to get me through. From 14 til 20, I was on auto-pilot. Or God was carrying me. As hard as it should have been, it really wasnt. God sent me my sons father and his family were more than glad to take me in.
To this day my mother-in-law (dont refer to her as ex, done too much for me) still refers to me as her daughter and cries everytime I call. Granny must have spent her last days praying for my long immature walk along because God took very good care of me and sent me to one of the most loving families ever.
She would always say "Mikaela, you dont have to be with my son to be with us, never forget that. This is your family, regardless of what happens with my son and you... I will always be in your corner. And she always was.
Whoa, need to increase my therepy sessions, didnt mean to steal your thread Jen, it all just poured out.
