My mother had her MRI today. The results were that it (the brain tumor) wasn't gone but was "in remission" which means the treatments had a small effect. It shrunk 2 centimeters. I was like a decimeter long and 87 centimeters wide before the treatment. She STILL CANNOT DRIVE!!! My chicks almost starved because of that. She couldn't volunteer in anything at school, and my dad had to cart her everywhere. Including to treatments every day for six weeks, five days a week. All that work for 20 millimeters gone. I cannot believe we went through all that work for almost nothing. Now we have to go back for a bunch of doctor visits, and if it grows she needs more chemo.The doctors are acting like there's nothing wrong because they don't want to worry me and my brother. Really, the thing's stuck in her head and we can't get it out. Her parents died of cancer and I really miss them too. (Before I start my next sentence, I have to say I am NOT blaming the poster of the thread mentioned. They didn't know the link they posted could upset some people and I am sorry if they come across this thread and feel belittled. I am also aware they did not create the link.) When I saw the thread "333 ways to get kicked out of WalMart" and way number four kind of upset me: 4. Go up to some old geezer and say "Grandpa!! You're ALIVE!! It's a MIRACLE!" That reminded me of my grandfather and when I saw old people in the waiting room I felt like crying. I know, here I am almost three years later upset over it. I just can't believe the same thing is inside my mother as it was in my grandparents. I better shut up now. I'm just really sad.