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 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 yet farther away... Was this it? The last time I would see her? I found myself on an red eye flight to MSP,  connecting through... 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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