F@%k Cancer, Part 7

Can't. Used to. Was. Doesn't. Loved. These are the words I never thought I would use to describe my mother at 63 years of age. So full of life a few months ago and now she is, for the most part, bed ridden and/or lethargic. She can barely speak, eat or drink. This brick house... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 6

She's not getting any better. Back in August when the tumor, which looks like two masses, they told us she had three to six months to live without chemo or radiation treatments. We are on month four of six, in hospice care, waiting for the 9.0 earthquake inside her head that erases her from existence.... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 5

I need time to stop. For the seconds to slowly trickle and the minutes to last a lifetime. I'm not ready to see days turn into nights, to be closer and farther away... There I was once more, running through airports last minute - MSP and JFK this time - to run to my mother's... Continue Reading →

F@%K Cancer, Part 4

She's not herself anymore. Six weeks ago she was talking, walking and making plans to conquer the world. Today, she sits in a hospital bed confused, not knowing who is whom or why are all those people going to see her. The decline was steep, relentless and ruthless. First the seizures became more frequent but... Continue Reading →

My Mom, The Colonel

Many times I have alluded to my mom's military approach to our upbringing and her inherent drive to succeed despite being a woman in a position of power. There is an element of her personality that made her adept for this path that I rarely mention, her grit, a trait that she boldly instilled in... Continue Reading →

Lost in Thought (Poem)

Memories. That's all I see around me. The places I used to go. The person I used to be. I wander, as a stranger in my own land, letting each recollection guide me to a better place, To where childhood dreams were full of wonder; a time when everything was possible. Instead, what remains is... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 3

She can't cook. She can't read. She can't drive. I know she needs some type of neurological rehabilitation routine but the doctors haven't addressed this portion of her care. Because of the politics of the hospital, the culture of no worries in the Island and the hurricanes, we feel she would be better off with... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 2

"Lilo is coming?" She kept asking me about my sister as she stalled for time to remember my name. The gorgeous smile that came with that question had a hint of quiet apprehension, because I wasn't supposed to be there. My presence wasn't unwelcomed, nevertheless she must have realized something was awry. "Do you know... Continue Reading →

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