November 16, 2012

Every morning I walk into my mother’s room and take her a glass of orange juice. At that moment I’m able to gauge how my mother is feeling and the general tone for the day. As I dropped the juice off my mother proceeded to give me smile, a wave, and a pretty enthusiastic “good morning”. Today was going to be a good day.

My mother slept for the better part of the day, but by early afternoon she was up and showered. She then asked my father to take her to the store so that she could get some fish to fry. Any day that my mother feels well enough to cook manifests into a small celebration. That evening she fried fish for dinner and we all sat around the table and made our bellies full while laughing and reminiscing about times past. Now, more than ever, these are moments that I want to capture in my memory forever and always.

Today was a good day.


4 thoughts on “November 16, 2012

  1. Four years ago on this day, I lost my mom to pancreatic cancer. I am so sorry your mom is battling this awful disease. Three weeks after my mom died, I started writing as my way of healing. I continue to write in memory of my mom, to continue to heal, and to help others. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. Take care, Kathy.

    • As soon as I began to read “Everyone Has A Story” on your blog I began to cry. This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to go through. It’s something that at times you feel is unique to you – that no one else could possibly know the pain that you feel. It’s so nice to know that there are people out there who understand – People who can truly empathise. I started my blog “A Pancreatic Cancer Story” to chronicle that pain. I was going to stop almost as soon as I’d started because it just seemed, that although a catharsis, it was just too hard to face and manifest what I was witnessing into words from day to day. You’ve inspired me. Thank you šŸ™‚

      • You are very brave to chronicle about your mom’s illness. It’s the one thing I haven’t been able to do. I’ve been wanting to write a book about the last 349 days I spent with my mom, and then my journey of grief and healing. I started it, have several chapters done, but I just can’t do it. I can’t go back to that time. Maybe one day I will be able to. Maybe I never will. So I write about grief, feellings, and healing, in hopes of helping others and continuing to share my story. You are not alone. Please feel free to reach out to me if you need to talk. My email is

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