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I hear it again and again from friends, kind strangers and even from family sometimes. “At least you know that she is dying, so you have that time with her,” or, “you’re lucky you get this time with her.” I have probably even said these phrases myself over the years to friends who were losing loved ones. But until you go through something like this, you really just don’t understand. So, let’s talk about this for a minute. I totally get that by saying these things, you are trying to be helpful. I’m not trying…
Coming to terms with the fact that my mom is terminally ill has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. There are days when she seems fine, and I forget for a minute that her days are numbered. But then, there are terrible days when she feels sick and is unable to get out of bed. These days are getting more and more frequent as time goes by. They are becoming the new normal in my life, and the only option I have now is to try to be as OK with this as possible. But as I watch…
I’m at a loss. I am terrible at comforting people. I’m the girl who asks one of my best friends “how are you?” when her mom just passed away. Who does that? Me, apparently. Because what do you say? What do you say to someone who just watched their world shatter to pieces? Her and I were going through something similar. I prayed we both would keep our moms. I prayed that neither of us would have to lose the person that matters most to us so young, in our mid-twenties. Life is…
Dear readers, It is with such a heavy heart that I reach out to you for your support. This week, my mom was given the news that her ovarian cancer has come back. The prognosis without alternative therapies outside the US is very poor. But we have SO much hope for these alternative therapies that have some really amazing results. The problem? She will need to travel to Mexico or Germany to complete these therapies, and soon! Please, I beg you, if you can give any amount, whether it’s $5 or $500, your contribution would mean the world…
I think when bad news is coming, sometimes your body knows it before you actually hear about it. All day today I’ve been on edge. All day I’ve had this sinking feeling, like the floor would fall out from under me any moment. I’ve lived with anxiety for years and I tried to push it aside but something kept nagging at me. Bad news is coming, it said. You just wait, it said. The feeling was right. I had every reason based on my mom’s appointment yesterday with her heme doctor to…
