Fuck.
Just got the following email from my mom's sister, who took her to the oncologist today:
We had a long hard day today. Dr. Cantrell (Oncologist) told Sandra (Other Aunt), Rena (Mom) and I that the MRI of her brain indicates two very small lesions. One is in the right frontal lobe, the other in the Thalamus. We were afraid of this, but it was still a shock. He said that the chemotherapy he is putting her on, will cross the membrane and enter the brain, but not with the same concentration that it will in the rest of her body. He believes that it will slow the growth of these tumors. He said that Radiation of her brain would definitely effect her cognitive ability, and we certainly don't want that.
He also said that he felt she could have some time with a decent quality of life. She will take this chemo every three weeks for as long as she lives or until she decides she wants to stop. She took the first dose today. She wanted to be alone again, but promised to call Sandra if she got nauseated or felt sick. He is giving her steroids before and the day after each chemo treatment to lessen the side effects.
She looks good, she keeps smiling and is very excited about going to California in May with Mark and Becky. She is being very brave. I am so proud of her. Thank you all for your prayers, cards and calls. She really enjoys them, and of course, she very much believes in prayer. She does not have any pain now. Please pray that she never does.