Monday, Monday

Monday 9:50 AM PST (I-Phone ringing): Hi Mom. Yeah I am working. You did? And? Really? Okay. Well...you seem to be taking this too well. Are you really okay?

Mom: I cannot change anything. Maybe I am in shock.

Monday morning my mother called me to let me know she has breast cancer. My...mother... has...cancer. It kind of numbs you. It is too early to really know what is exactly going on or what will need to happen. My mother is a firecracker just like me.

Up to this point, I know I have lived my life to the fullest. Whatever I do, I do with passion. This week I take back control of my life and what I want to do. That is the firecracker in me.