As I was in the hospital fixing to give birth to my mother's first grand baby she was on the floor above me finding out the most devistating news of her life. She just thought she had the flu or a cold she couldn't shake. But no, CANCER. And even worse, we had never even heard of it. MULTIPLE MYELOMA. What the hell is that! In most families this cancer word is scary, and understandably. But in ours, it's all to familiar. From her dad (my grandpa) losing the battle to lung cancer, to her sister(my aunt) beating ovarian cancer, it's been a hellacious ride. But she is full of piss and vinegar. She's determined and will not let this get her down. She's already had to have her right hip replaced (thanks decadron). The myeloma is already starting to attach itself to the new ball of the metal hip.. So they need to radiate it, but she also has to have a stem cell transplant. She did the collection last week and she had enough in one collection for 5 transplants! She keeps her head high, even though she's walking with a walker or a cane and has an awful limp. My mom is only 41. She has a brand new beautiful grandson that she wants to watch grow up. She has tons of family that want to surround her in love and give her support. She's very leary of taking her meds around me (thalidomide). I really don't know what kind of point i was trying to make with all of this.. I just had to write something down... Thanks