The weekend after Christmas my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and a tumor in her right lung which looked like it could be cancer but they still don't know for sure yet. She was in the hospital for 2 weeks and then came home. With an oxygen tank that looked like R2D2, and various signs to put up around the house such as "oxygen in use, no smoking" and my dad made one up that says "cancer ridden, mother no bitching" that's how my family has always dealt with stuff like this it's all just a big joke. We all have sick senses of humor. Now having said that what I'm about to say might seem a bit mean but this is just what's going on right now so deal with it.....She is driving me insane. It might just be because I am so used to her being strong and self sufficient but it seems like I can't walk by her without her asking me to do something for her. Get her this. Pick up that. Empty the trash. Do the Dishes. Clean up the house...You get the point. Now all this wouldn't bother me so much if I wasn't the only one doing all this stuff. If my dad and sister would help out a little it wouldn't get to me so easily. But it seems like I've been doing it all. Along with paying the bills and working 40 hours a week....I know I know my mom has cancer and I shouldn't even be complaining but I feel like I haven't really even processed it all or dealt with the fact that my mom could die. I'm 20 I don't want my mom to die. She's only 45 that's young. She's the strongest woman I know. It's scary to see her with oxygen tubes, and so weak she can't walk from the living room to the bathroom without stopping at the kitchen table to rest. And I guess that's why I get so mad because I'm scared but I can't tell anyone about it because they are all scared too. My mom is usually the one I would go running to so I could cry on and she'd rub my back and tell me everything is going to be OK. But she can't really tell me that can she. I guess no one can.