My shit, my mundane gonna get up tomorrow bullshit?
It ain’t nothin. Cause Lisa is dying, like so many other mothers. And I can’t do anything about any of it.
hell yeah, I’m heartbroken
Fuckity fuck fuck.
Cancer: I can. not. deal.
I used to read her but stopped because it was just like my mom, and I, selfish, couldn’t handle it.
My mother came home before she died too, and I cried reading this, knowing what those daughters are facing.
I wish I believed in god so I could be angry with someone instead of just angry.
Wow. I think that’s all I can muster. Too awful for words.
Cancer is scary. My mother died from it – I cried and miss her still. My dog died from it and I cried just as much, even though I loved my mother more; I miss my dog more, sad but true. My mother was so independent and my dog just needed me.
Death doesn’t scare me after my big brush with it – not even the pain……but I’m not anxious to leave. It is much harder on the survivors.
it sadden me deeply to learn this.
I so feel for her as it must be heartbreaking for all involved, but for her specially knowing what she’ll miss.
I can’t shake her off my mind. specially after those nights in which I was waiting for the pathology report, the possibility of you not being here for your children changes your perception on many things, I can’t fathom what the certainty of it will do to you.
may peace be with her, and love surrounds her and her family.
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