Crying.... not good for the cough

Just freaked out at mom on the phone. See.. nothing ever goes well with my family. Nothing. I was supposed to go home tonight to visit and go to an eye appointment tomorrow, then Mom bringing Jack and I back on Saturday. Well now she doesn't think she can. Which means he has to stay back in Saint John for another week or more till someone can bring him back up. Well I don't want to wait another week. I want him back now. Apparently this immature and unreasonable. As is being upset about her pretty much killing my other cat while I was away. Apparently its immature to have wanted maybe the vet's thougths and advice on the situation before just putting her down. I realized Willow wasn't well, I knew that, and I"d told mom that, and she seems to have taken that as my permission for her to do whatever she wanted with her while I was gone. So she kinda went a little crazy, they could have taken her to the vet, had her sedated or something and then maybe done some tests, confirm "their" suspicious. Cause I find out now that the suspicions about a brain tumor were my mother's and NOT the vet's. She never actually spoke with the vet. Nor did she ever really get my permission, she just went ahead and did it. And I"m mad. And I kinda think I have a bit of a right to be... and sure, maybe I"m being a huge baby who's crying over nothing, but... that "nothing" was my cat and I kinda loved her and now she's just gone and she thinks I should be perfectly fine with that. And my wanting my other cat back soon is silly and I should be concentrating on school work, but sorry, instead I"m sitting here wondering what he could do to make her have him put down too.
I just want to stop coughing to the point of throwing up and to stop blowing my damn nose, I want this semester to be over and I want my one remaining cat in my arms now. Is that too much to ask?