My Mom found out yesterday she has cancer: She wasn't going to tell me until after the game last night because she wanted me to enjoy the game. That's my Mom, thinking about me and my Red Sox obsession before thinking about herself.
This morning she told me she was grateful that the Sox were in the World Series because it'll be good for her and me to sort of focus on that and try to smile awhile before she goes under for surgery in 2 weeks.
Anytime you hear the words "Mom has cancer" it'll throw you for an ever lovin' loop, and I'm still trying to not think about it. Good news is the Doc says it's localized and she won't have to have chemo, just radiation, so it's about the best case scenario other than not having it in the first place.
I posted the picture of Pedroia, because after Papelbon, he's Mom's favorite: you should have seen her light up this morning when we were talking about the Munchkin cranking one over the Monster last night.
You always hear about sports being a great diversion: that thing that helps us take our minds off that idiot boss at work wanting to know where the focus group reports are and your 3 year old son who you PRAY won't set the backyard on fire before you get home. It keeps you from jumping on the moron in front of you at the store buying $300 worth of powerball tickets when all you want is to pay for your STINKING MT DEW AND BE ON YOUR WAY, and from plowing into the stupid dink talking on his phone, oblivious the light has turned green.
Right now, the Red Sox are my escape from thinking about the greatest woman I've ever known having cancer. And it's helping her forget about it too, at least for awhile.
Love you Mom.