Pity party 1,004….
I look all around me, but she is not here. How can this be? The only time I see her is in my dreams. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I need her help, her advice, her unconditional love.
Instead I am stuck with unforgettable images of my Mother struggling to live, gasping for breath. I don’t understand how this happened. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Breast cancer does not define who my Mother is but ultimately it is what took her life way too soon.