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God, I'm numb. The problem with pancreatic cancer is that it classifica works too quickly. It sucks up life, eating out any soul left, leaving a classifica body quiet, riddled with pain, clouded classifica with morphine. Walking into her hospital room for the first time, it was the scent that hit me. Cleansers, antiseptic.... Sterilization at its finest. "Mom...?" I whisper, my voice quiet, hidden against all the tubes running through her body. "Oh... Becca... you're here, did you bring Suzanne?" My own goddamn mother... flesh and blood... my MOTHER... and she can't even remember my name. I slide out of the room, sobbing, terrified, alone. Six months was a long shot; she really only lasted six weeks. I spent the whole time by her bed, holding her hand, stroking her hair, refusing to show my tears. I will give her my strength. No matter how much it hurts. Once, I even brought her my favorite teddy bear, so that she has something to keep with her at night...
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