This is mom. Beautiful no? She was about 15 years old and the drawing was taken from one of those photo booth picture takers. She often liked to dress up and go Vamping for the camera. Each picture was a different character. Her life has been like that as well. There is so much I will never know about her, and the things I do know about her give a feeling of saddness, struggle, strength, and anger.
Last July she was diagnosed with Lung cancer. It is advanced, and no cure for her. We all accept it and live day to day. I fight some of the feelings I have about her recently, but I won't get into that right now. Relationships with moms are complex, no matter how much you look up to them. In April her scan showed that a spot on her lung had decreased in size, and in June she was given a two month haitus from treatments. We are hoping the vaccation she has had has not caused anything to spread.
Enough about that though. I can only speak of the sickness in small doses.
