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

There's always a calm before the storm. The tumor's original scan. Isn't it impressive? To think that unevenly shaped - multiform mass had caused all this drama! I can't believe it's already December. Wow! Never in a million years did I think mom would be in hospice care at this age, much less waiting for... Continue Reading →

F@%k Cancer, Part 4

She's not herself anymore and this time, she is not bouncing back. Watching the situation from afar is dumbfounding, and I can't even imagine how my family must be feeling dealing with mom directly. Six weeks ago she was talking, walking and making plans to conquer the world. Today, she sits in a hospital bed... Continue Reading →

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