Time flies...
Four years later, and I have nothing exciting to report or update.
Just as we were already navigating life's struggles, we were dealt the worst hand anyone could endure.
My mother—my protector, my savior—succumbed to a rare, aggressive cancer.
We then found out that most of us carry a genetic mutation that predisposes us to the same fate.
How I wish things were different. Why couldn't we have found out sooner?
After surviving COVID and so many other hardships, we thought we could finally breathe. Then, this happened.
Being motherless makes life feel scattered, worthless, and numb.
It is an indescribable feeling that the human brain is never truly prepared for.
She was always there for us.
Seeing her slowly become frail was difficult to comprehend; watching her fight so hard, desperate not to leave her children, only for a disastrous, merciless cancer to take her anyway...
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