My family was really hoping that 2025 would go better than 2024 did. But instead, my mother was diagnosed with mesothelioma earlier this month. She's keeping a blog about her journey: Oh Shit, It's Mesothelioma: No One Expects the Spanish Inquisition
Mesothelioma is generally considered incurable, although treatment can help, and the progression is very individual, so specific prognoses are somewhat meaningless at this point. We are preparing for the worst, hoping for the best, and soaking up lots of love from each other, friends, loved ones, and of course cats.
