Do you know what it's like to be sixteen years old and be told by your mom that she is sick?
Do you know what it's like to watch your incredibly strong mother get weaker and weaker as the days, weeks and months pass by and you cannot do a thing to stop it?
Do you know what it's like to wake up with your mother in the middle of the night and hold her hair back as she pukes because the chemo is making her nauseous?
Do you know what it's like to have a Hospice social worker come into your home and want to discuss what it will be like after your mother is no longer here, while she sits there and participates in the discussion?
Do you know what it's like to watch your mom fight the hardest battle of her life, for YOU and then watch her lose that battle?
Do you know what it's like to watch your best friend take their last breath?
Lately, the memories of that incredibly hard and beautiful year keep floating around in my head and forcing me to confront them.
So I am.
One day at a time.