My cardiothoracic surgeon will attempt to fully remove the baseball-sized tumor that is resting on, and possibly attached to, my aorta, pulmonary artery, and lungs this week. Baby’s 12th birthday is on Sunday. If I wrote a fraction of what I’m feeling about my babies, my family, my fears, and grieving the recent loss of my brother, it would be endless and incoherent babbling. This is a nightmare.

People keep asking how they can help. By “asking,” I mean lovingly and firmly demanding that I allow them to help. I’m usually private and never feel comfortable accepting things, so while it is true that I have no income and that the future and my finances are uncertain, what I would appreciate most are your positive thoughts and sincere prayers.