we ask for prayers

So I have been  very prayerful on how to best share my mother's condition with everyone that love her and are concerned for her. Those that know her say simply that she's the nicest person they have ever met. Which if you've met my mother know exactly how profoundly true that statement is.
My mother is the definition of Christian love. She's patient, kind, she never boasts, she's slow to anger. Yesterday this painfully kind; adorably sweet woman was diagnosed with lymphoma in her brain. Tumors in her nervous system that are localized to her brain. At first the doctors thought it was breast cancer, 27 years in remission, that had mestatisized in her brain. Our huge relief for the week was that she had a second type of cancer in her lifetime, but a second type that's more treatable.
As daunting as that sounds it's the additional diagnosis of hydrophelaus that is giving her the most problems. Her responses are little and my normally chatty mother sleeps all day.
 Its in this that you begin to see this kind lady's intense strength and ferious fight. When you realize this diagnosis came after 10 days of extensive MRI'S, catscans, TWO surgeries on her brain to relief brain pressure and to biopsy the lesions in her brain. I will just add for comparisons sake that I  had a c-section when Zoe was born  and was a whiney baby for 14 days. She's had 2 surgeries on her freaking brain and she hasn't complained once.

These two weeks have been exhausting as this is an angry and progressive disease. Especially when you realize that one month ago none of this was even on our radar. She was fine, had her schedule,  took the bus to work. She had a full life. Then 3 1/2 weeks ago  she woke up from a nap and the right side of her face was drooping. My brother was there and immediately called an ambulance thinking she'd had a stroke. 

She was diagnosed with bells palsy and sent home with an antiviral. It was there she went to nap for 

 the next week and some days. We thought, she's older, maybe whatever virus gave her bells palsy is really doing a number on her. She missed work and they needed a note from her doctor so I went to pick her up to take her to get a check-up. 

She was very confused but nothing we hadn't seen in our mom before. She works nights and it's happened before that she will push herself so hard that she's exhausted for days after.
  It wasn't until I made her sit up and put her feet on the ground that I knew something was very wrong. Her feet had only touched the ground and she screamed like they were burning. 

Trey and I managed a wheelchair and took her to the hospital and John and Julie met us there as where we sat with neurologists ,infectious disease doctors, surgeons and neurooncologists , listening to theory after theory as to what was happening in that brain of hers. All as we watched her go from throwing out silly jumbled phrases and eating mash potatoes to little to no response  and unable to eat without the aid of a feeding tube. 

So here she sits in neuro ICU with her first round of chemo completed and her 3rd surgery scheduled for tomorrow and I can't believe we are here. I'm emotional and exhausted. The rest of her family is the same. With varying degrees of coping.
At this point we want her back and we are in an amazing hospital with positive, competent, and skilled physicians and they say we should be purposely hopeful. For me that's reason enough to smile today and see what tomorrow brings my prize-fighter mother. I love you crazy diamond!