The other word

I'm not sure what to write exactly. I think that is because I'm not sure how to feel so I'm stumbling on the words in my own head. Maybe that's not accurate either. I know how I feel, but it changes too frequently to trust it. I guess I'm just waiting for more information and for things to settle so I can understand it better.

Tumor's wicked, six letter sister is the new word that is occupying our lives. Cancer. Uncle Kevin has brain Cancer. They performed the surgery yesterday and removed the tumor. Word through the grapevine is that it's stage 4 cancer and they are going to start chemo and radiation therapy right away because they're not sure they got it all.

It's hard to see Hubbs hurting. It's hard to hear about his mom sobbing over the phone. I can't imagine what it's like to be his mother and know that you may lose your son sooner than you'd hoped. I know we're not the only people who've ever had to deal with stuff like this and I know Uncle Kevin has it harder than any of us do. I just wish there was something we could do for him and his family. I wish there were the right words of comfort to be said. I know there isn't but I wish there were.