April 30, 2013

In recent days I have fed my mother. I have changed my mother. I have cared for her in the ways that she cared for me as a child. Life has come full circle it would seem. In a way, I feel honored. My mother is, and always has been, a sweet and genuine person. […]

April 27, 2013

Watching cancer ravage a human body – especially when it’s your mother’s – is the worst thing in the world. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I’ve been trying to avoid it. I’ve made excuses. I’ve stayed away. I’ve felt guilty. I’ve hurt. I’ve relished, and have taken refuge in my immediate family – finding […]

December 26, 2012

This Christmas was wonderful. My children were spoiled beyond comprehension, and most importantly, my mother was right there to witness it. The doctors told her months ago that she wouldn’t make it to the holidays. She’s proved them wrong and continues to fight a miraculous fight. She was strong enough to sit at the dinner […]

December 21, 2012

I was there for my mother today. There are times when the pain becomes unbearable for her, and this morning was one of those times. As I was washing up my children’s breakfast bowls, I heard my mother call for help. She was calling everyone – anyone – hoping that someone was close enough to […]

December 14, 2012

As Christmas quickly approaches I’ve found myself with one last gift to purchase. My mother’s. What do you buy for someone who’s dying? It seems even more finite and wrongly prophetic to not purchase anything… But what do you get them? A couple of years ago Tracy Clark-Flory over at the news blog Salon wrote […]

December 7, 2012

My twins turn two today. Since the beginning of this entire ordeal my twins, along with my husband Will, have provided me with so much comfort. They often tend to be a bit of a reprieve from the reality that is my mother’s cancer. Given that my children are only two years of age, it’s […]

December 4, 2012

I’ve been at home in Atlanta, GA and away from my mother for over a week now. I’m almost ashamed to say that I needed this time to recharge. My children needed to be with their father. I want to go back – need to go back, but dread it all the same. Seeing my […]