This is a very complex story. I won't get into all of the details. They are not really important. It is what it is. A good friend of mine is going to die. She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer almost 3 years ago. She has lived with it for a long time... fighting the fight. She had an update from her doctor 2 days ago... 3 to 4 months to live. It's truly heart breaking. We all knew it was going to happen eventually. You are just never prepared. We hope the doctors are wrong. They have been before... she's strong, but her health has been degrading over time. I have a gut feeling that they might be right this time.
What does all this mean, and how does it affect me? Well, she has a little boy. His name is Dalton. He is 6 years old and full of life. He doesn't even know his mom is about to die. Whether that's the right thing to do or not, well that's not my decision. That's up to his mom and what she thinks is best. I have been asked to take care of him, to become his family when she passes away. His father is not in the picture. That's not an option. Without getting into detail, he's better off not living with his father. I have put a lot of thought into this situation, and have decided that I will take on the responsibility, the privilege, of raising her son.
It's going to be a big change in my life. I'm not married, my job keeps me away from home. A lot of changes will have to be made. I'm not worried about the financial aspects of things. His mother has left enough behind to take care of his needs for life. I'm more worried about Dalton's adjustment and mental well being. It will be a tough road ahead. I don't know for certain what i'll do, but I thought I would share. Just needed to vent a little I guess.