Weekend

DH and I are visiting my parents for a 3-day weekend in order to trade our cat for my brand new iMac. Unfortunately, I can't deal with the cat right now, but my mom offered to keep her until I'm on a more even keel and can coexist. Around me is not particularly safe for her at the moment. Here, she will have a large house to roam around in, a big ol' deck to sun on, two retired people to love on her and feed her, and two friendly male cats who'll leave her a wide berth if that's what she wants.
We visited with DH's "adoptive" parents today over a hearty lunch, swapping college stories with their son and passing around photos. They are wonderful people and I'm glad to have them as my adoptive in-laws. I showed everyone the two scrapbooks I made for my real in-laws and my parents, and got an ego boost when I was told I had talent for it. It's fun stuff, but expensive.
On a more serious note, my mother is having trouble with the breast cancer rearing its ugly head again. Yes, again. She had it for the first time when I was 3, and it's been popping back up every so often since. My buddy in Kosovo lost his mother to breast cancer when he was just a little older than I was, so I know just how lucky I am. She's on a new, somewhat experimental weekly shot that's making her lose her hair. I didn't really take her seriously when she told me on the phone that she was getting bad enough to wear a wig, but when we got here and she finally showed me her head without the wig, I was shocked. She's actually sick. She's so tough and plugging right along, acting normal, that no one knows she's remotely ill. The wig is such a good one that people commented on her new hairstyle and nothing more. If you weren't in the know, you'd never suspect she's anything but perfectly fine. Seeing her with such wispy, thin hair really brought it home for me that she's not.