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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Bathroom wars

A few weeks ago I had an afternoon that was just with my son. After finishing our lunch in the food court I decided I needed to use the restroom before we moved on to our next destination.  I was pretty familiar with this mall, however it was apparent that they had just recently done …

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