I called mom when I got to work to boss her around like an older sister would, and I think occasionally, one of my mom's sisters does (as an older sibling is entitled to, I guess). Ask this question. Make sure to request copies of all of your medical records - we need to make a binder so that we have everything. Ask the oncologist point blank when this show is getting on the road, because it needs to. Oh, and make sure to get your clinical, long-ass actual diagnosis. I need it to look things up and be better able to apply the information to your specific cancer.
I'm wondering how this role reversal is going to work *laughing* Mom has given me permission to do what I want with this blog. When I asked if she'd seen the pictures of her trying on wigs yet, she let out a holler. Creative freedom, my ass! Just kidding! I wouldn't put something like that on here without asking her permission first. I figure those were reference photos. If I really want to post something like that, I'll give her the courtesy of doing many photos and let HER have the creative control of choosing which ones, if any, are posted. But now that I know that she knows I have the blog, and she approves, it may be easier now to get photo ops and what not. I think this situation should be documented. Maybe not to be shared with y'all in it's entirety, but for her own records. To hopefully be able to look back and say "man, that was a rough day, but look at you now, ma!"
Mom is going to call me later and let me know what gems of information she finds out today. Until then...waiting... have I ever mentioned patience is NOT my strong suit?