My mother was diagnosed with incurable lung cancer when I was 15 years old. She was given 6 months to live, but hung on for two years. I lived in mortal fear of waking up one morning and finding her dead, and that fear has stuck with me to this day. I simply can’t be around when someone draws their last breath on this earth…an unreasonable fear, to be sure, but the one I claim above all others.
This woman amazes the shit out of me sometimes.
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