my mother

is in ICU. 

she's been there since three or four this afternoon (friday, the 26th).  

she has not been healthy for a long time. four years, actually.  

she actually has cancer. 

well, she's had it for four years - that's a little fyi for those who might have not known.  

anyways. 

up until recently, she had been doing ok (as ok as a cancer patient can be, i suppose, right?), and i had not been worried about her at all, always knowing she'd be just fine in the end.  

well, a few weeks ago dr. amy lang called and said her oral chemotherapy was not working, and she needs to stop, so that she can get on another kind of treatment. 

im like, ok, cool. 

let's get this other one started. 

but no, not that simple. 

and thus there's been a delay for a few weeks now, with no cancer treatment whatsoever; result? extremely weak person.  

so weak, she had to be rushed to the ER today, just to stabilize her body; except that her liver is kinda shot, and unlike the kidneys, the liver can't be brought back up to 100%.  

anyways, she's dying, the doctor said, and i freaked out, obviously, when i heard this a few hours ago. 

however, she is sorta kinda stabilized, except not really. 

her immune system is shot right now, so that needs to be fixed.  

im not writing this to try to obtain any sympathy, nor am i trying to ascertain what kind of friendship i have with anybody based on the response i get.  

no, neither of those things.  

i just want prayer; fervent prayer, please.  

oh, and her name is yolanda; yolanda teran, my mother. no, not my mother, my mommy.