My mother is strong. She is kind. She is patient. She has cancer.
This morning my mother received the results of her biopsy. She was diagnosed with cancer of the breast. I received a phone call from my mother and the tears were held back only by the brevity of the conversation. After a moments of stunned silence, I reached for my phone and called my family, not so much to deliver the news, but to hear familiar voices. More moments of silence followed by tears and more silence, a long shower and silence.
My ability to express myself through written word has atrophied as my I've taken up photography. I recorded the day's events and emotions in a manner most comfortable to me: through the lens (or perhaps hide behind it). Forgive the length and haphazardness of this post as I've hardly had time myself to digest the day.