Just found out my mom has to get a surgery on Tues and there's only 20% chance of survival. If she does make it she'll have to poop through a bag the rest of her life. I can't even process this. I am going to lose my sh**
I am not good at expressing my feelings and I don't want to talk about it with anyone. People keep trying to call me and stuff and I can't take it. I'm doing my best to hold it together. I'm scared to let this sink in. I might lose control. It scares me how little I've cried. There is a sharp ball in my throat. I need to keep it together. My life is so effed up right now it's surreal.