Feeling a little beat and broken...

It's been a rough couple of weeks with Finals for the semester coming up and tons of group projects piling up, so I'm ready for Thanksgiving break which starts Wednesday. Then it's back to the grind with Finals around the corner and the semester drawing to a close, but the universe sees fit to throw a monkey wrench into the mix. I will be on an outbound plane to Phoenix two days before Christmas to visit with my Mom and stepdad who is suffering from brain tumors. We're not sure of his outcome from this, don't know how long he'll be with us, so we're trying to get together before it's too late. I just feel helpless, though. When you're dealing with something like this, where the unknown is simply the norm, it's hard to keep the positive thoughts in your head. The what ifs start piling in and before you know it you're blaming the doctors. Then something new comes up and you're given a little bit of hope just to have it dashed to the floor even before you really had a chance to grasp what the possibility is. My Mom's having a real rough time with this and I feel so helpless for her. I can't take her pain away and I hate having her suffer this. They've only been married for a little over a year and that's not enough time to love someone. But she just counts the days she has him. It's so unfair. I know that sounds like a petulant child but it's not fair. A year? That's not enough time.