Im David. This is for my Mom.


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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 crochet the intricate designs that she used to. Angry because she cant build Jewelry anymore. Angry because it seems like its all coming to and end. Angry because she cant catch herself when she loses balance for no apparent reason. Angry because she is dying slowly at 61 and she simply isn't finished with what she wanted to do. Fuck Cancer. 
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