My First Christmas Without Her

No birthday calls. No running through the airport to meet her at the wrong terminal. No cutesy messages on WhatsApp or Facebook IM... Zero. Nada. Nothing. Only the love remains surrounded by an eerie silence. The void, a great abyss in my soul, that darkens and deepens, obliterating any encounter with a resemblance of joy.... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 3

She can't cook. She can't read. She can't drive. When I got back home to the PNW, I realized mom needed some type of neurological rehabilitation routine and we never received confirmation from the doctors that this retraining was available. Weird. It's been two weeks since we left the ICU and there are still no... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer! (Prologue)

62 years. Is this all we get? She was supposed to grow old and gray. Maybe even die peacefully in her sleep at age 102, after reaping the rewards of the years she saved for retirement, for our colleges, for grandma's funeral. Damn! She even saved for the grandkids that life never meant to deny... Continue Reading →

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