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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