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My mother was diagnosed with cancer in March of 1992.   There are moments, both little and small, of the journey we spent together during her illness that are still full of sharp edges.  Many of them have to do with their proximity to a holiday.  This story below happened three days before Christmasin 1992, when I was twenty two years old.   It's taken me eighteen years to finally be able to delve back into these me  Read more >

I was sitting in a waiting room in a hospital. I was so used to this waiting room that I started to greet the same people who sat in it by name, along with us, five days a week. Z, my nearly three year old son, was playing on the floor at my feet.  He had a plush football in his hands.  Our routine was now that he would peek in the doctor’s office every time we came in for my mother’s radiation treatments to see if he could get the man to talk to him.  Read more >