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As an 11-year-old, my mother began her fatal bout with cancer. I had little to no idea that this would be her final days and that my life would change forever. During those 18 or 19 months, no one gave me any hint that these could and would be her last days in my life. There was very little information from other family members as to what her sickness was and what, if any, the possible outcomes would be.
While her final days were filled with the pain of the cancer, mine were filled with confusion. It was 1964 when she got sick and there was little medical knowledge about the disease that took her life. Today I have little remembrance of her. There is only a small box of pictures left to remind me of her smile and physical appearance, with few other memories. I don’t remember what she liked for food or music, her favorite restaurant or what she enjoyed doing. This journal was written so you can have a place to reflect on someone special, a single place where you can capture your thoughts and emotions to help you process their illness.
While not all sicknesses end in tragedy, having a chance to capture those thoughts on paper helps us to understand why we feel the way we do. It’s helpful to be able to understand the uniqueness of a relationship between two very special people.
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