A Son's Duty

    www.GoFundMe.com/asonsduty  It's Summer. It's summer in East Texas. If the temperature hasn't made it to 100, you can bet the humidity has. Our small trailer that we live in has little to no insulation, so by 9 in the morning the temperature in the trailer has reached 80+ and the "central A/C" simply can't keep up with the heat. Most days we just endure it and huddle around the fan, but today I could tell Mom was restless and wanted to get out of the house, so that's what we did. Everyone loaded up in the truck and we drove to What-A-Burger. The air inside is beautiful. The seats are plastic so it even cools off your backside. We ordered shakes for me and my nephew, and a sweet tea for mom (no ice). We are finally comfortable, or so i think we are. I can see Mom is physically shaking. I leaned over to ask if she was OK, and she smiles and says she's fine. I know this isn't true, she's freezing. Then I realize why she wanted to leave the ...

GoFundMe.com/asonsduty I should just start this by describing where i am at this moment and what i am doing. My feet are propped up on a couch while I sit in a hospital room chair (not the comfy kind) listening to my slightly stoned Mom ramble about the past and complain that there's ice in her sweet tea. The ice that she used to love in her tea has now become painful from the chemo, she drinks everything warm. A myriad of things irritate her frail body, but the strangest is metal eating utensils. They make her food taste worse so she eats with plastic. This is a particular problem because her mouth stays raw and its already difficult for her to eat. She has lost 30% of her weight (she would kill me if i told you the numbers). She has cried so many times i cant count them all for things that i don't fully understand. I'm sure some of it is pain, and some of is fear, but i believe most of it is just anger. Angry because she cant ...