A Motherless Daughter

Thoughts, feelings, coping with the prognosis of mother’s Glioblastoma diagnosis.

What if you knew you had to say goody bye?  Would the time be helpful in preparing yourself or would it seem like needless torture?  I feel like a fish on a hook.  I am wiggling on the line and I just wish either someone would cut me loose or whack me over the head so I am no longer in the limbo of living or dying.

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Lose Yourself

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Congratulations Supreme Court

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Education Built on the Backs of Our Children

A man walks into a doctor’s office.  He sits down nervously in a chair and waits for the doctor to join him.  While he waits, he looks around the room at the accolades that the doctor has received.  His eyes finally land on the prominently framed Harvard Medical School Diploma.  Still a little nervous, but…

Black and White, or Maybe It’s Gray

Sigh “Mommy what’s wrong?” “Nothing sweetie.  Why?” “I heard you go like this (heavy breath)” “Oh, mommy was just frustrated on what she was hearing on the radio.” “What?  What happened?”  Ugh, how do I explain this to him. “Remember how you learned in school about Dr. King and all the things that he did? …


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