Sharing some maternity photos...
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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