Update

She has Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (thanks for the heads up LaVi).
My mother confirmed it yesterday.
It's interesting to see how my parents personalities are evolving during this crisis, and gives credence to the theory that we really are changing all-the-time.
Growing up, my mother seemed like the emotional kind and my father the analytical one.
And with this, my mother is the one who is giving us the facts and info and taking care of our analytical parts - the ones that want to discuss treatment and talk about steps and measures to adopt. My dad is the one who is taking care of and willing to talk to us about the emotional aspect of this situation. We are all constantly calling each other, sometimes two or three times a day and in all those conversations, my father wants to know how we are feeling, what we are doing to keep ourselves busy, etc, etc. For those who know my dad, it is a very unlikely...no, unHim kind of conversation to have with him.

The Sammon is flying into Chennai on the 1st... and he will be in Cochin soon enough.
Her tests have been sent to Bombay to determine the subset of AML.
They are hoping that it is M3 because the treatments for M3 are better (though I may be confused since I thought my mother said MD...which is clearly not right)

The hospital she's staying at seems like a nice enough place and one of the pictures had, what looked suspiciously like a helicopter pad (??) on it...weird.

As always the post for ideas for her care package is here. Please let me know if you have any thoughts/comments/ideas on what to get her.

Yesterday was a rough day for me. I scoured the entire house rather mercilessly, or at least I thought it was mercilessly but all I ended up doing was making way too much food, which is now going to go to waste because we are going to Minnesota for Thanksgiving.

And that brought on a fresh onslaught of emotions. Yadyadayada how can things and life proceed normally when my sister is ill? And so at 11 at night, I dragged the boy for a Quantum of Solace show, which we couldn't see wholly because I was just too fidgety. And went home before it even ended.
Can I just say that my husband is an angel? He may not be as emotionally open as I would like him to be (he's always terrified I am going to ask him what he is feeling), or romantic in ways I would like to be (not getting on a surprise trip to Paris anytime soon :) ), but when the chips are down, he is always, unconditionally there for me.
He is truly a kind and gentle soul who gives me much happiness every single day by his presence.
I love you boy.