Actually it's not. Mom's got me beat. And it's far more dangerous than mine was. She has a tumor about the size of a small egg in the occipital lobe of her brain. It's hidden behind the main arteries that feed her brain. They brought in the big guns for the operation, the head Oregon State Hospital University's neurology department is performing the surgery, which is scheduled for Weds.
They let her out of the hospital yesterday because they got the brain swelling down which was causing all the speech and memory problems. We ran around all day yesterday and everytime we forgot something, we would joke about our brain tumors...mine is a dead mass in my head, though, while hers is... well, we won't know till the operation what hers is.
Today my brother and his family came up from the coast and another brother and grandaughter came from the other side of Portland to have Easter dinner with us. Yes, I managed to make Easter dinner. My friend Ann took the babies for the weekend and we picked them up today... poor things have been shuffled around enough. My dh is staying home from work for the next couple of days so he can watch them while I focus on my folks. She will take them again on weds while I'm at the hospital. Almost as worried about my 91 year old dad as I am my mom.
I'm sort of in the twilight zone of my life... Haven't felt like this since preparing for my own surgery.