Seriously.  That should be the title of my blog.  I am at a place where I just wish there were someplace to crawl under and hide.  In the past month, my mom has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's and just yesterday had a biopsy of a mass in one of her breasts.  Seriously.  As if the stress of being a pastor's wife isn't enough.  As if being in the ministry isn't going to send me over the edge one day.  Now I am watching my mom, the only family I have besides my great husband and kids, deteriorate before my eyes.  I am seeing her go from a strong, independent woman to an unsure, anxious person.  And I hate it.