Vacay Time!
Here I am-- all packed, dogs bathed, parents arrived, iced coffee in hand: be back in a week!!
Life lately
There are good days and there are bad days. The good days are when I'm distracted from all things concerning my mom, or the times I see her in person or over Skype and catch her smiling or talking normally and it calms my soul; the bad days catch me by surprise and kind of piss me off, quite frankly. Like yesterday-- I was doing just fine, as I think I'd been for the past week, until I sat down last evening and opened a book I picked up from the library that I'd seen on someone's recent book list: When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalinithi. I am not sure what I was thinking, reading a book written by a man around my age who died of terminal lung cancer shortly after writing it, especially in the midst of my own mother's terminal cancer diagnosis. I guess I thought it would help me come to terms with the concept of death and dying. And it IS a good book--Kalinithi was a good writer, a neurosurgeon by training, but writer and philosopher at heart (he also had de
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