Oh, God, the adaptive clothing, the getting her up and down stairs on her ass because that’s the only way that works, the necessity of laughing about it all because it’s just too much otherwise, the closeness. My mom actually said once that she was GLAD she got cancer because it brought me back to her, erased all the bullshit that had kept us anxious over nothing in each other’s presence for years. Of course, that was before the pain became completely intractable. Thank you for this.
This is really beautiful. It brings to mind Edwidge Danticat’s book where she writes about her father too (I believe it’s called Brother, I’m dying), you both have the incredible ability to make me feel like I’m walking with you while im reading in a way I don’t find in a lot of people’s writing about such a painful experience. I’m so appreciative that you shared this, thank you.
Thank you for sharing this with us. 🩷
Very emotional reading this.
Thank you so much.
Oh, God, the adaptive clothing, the getting her up and down stairs on her ass because that’s the only way that works, the necessity of laughing about it all because it’s just too much otherwise, the closeness. My mom actually said once that she was GLAD she got cancer because it brought me back to her, erased all the bullshit that had kept us anxious over nothing in each other’s presence for years. Of course, that was before the pain became completely intractable. Thank you for this.
This is really beautiful. It brings to mind Edwidge Danticat’s book where she writes about her father too (I believe it’s called Brother, I’m dying), you both have the incredible ability to make me feel like I’m walking with you while im reading in a way I don’t find in a lot of people’s writing about such a painful experience. I’m so appreciative that you shared this, thank you.