Am I going to kill my mother? My Aunt Ty died. Now, two other aunts on that same side of the family have cancer. These three aunts have at least one thing in common: they always swore that there’d been a mistake and I was their daughter. My aunts soon to be dead or already so. And I wonder, if I’ve killed my other mothers, am I going to kill my own mother.
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5 responses to “Killing My Mother(s)”
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Love doesn’t kill. However, that fucking cancer gene can be a bastard. HUGS
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Your mama ain’t going nowhere. She’d charm death. They’d sit and talk. Maybe watch Nancy Grace together. Death would like her too much and leave, but not before asking for her chicken recipe.
For real though, it’s scary when we start thinking of our parents in those terms. I’m not ready to be at that part of life yet. Can we go in reverse?
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I don’t think so. Reverse is shit, too.
Val-Yes, the cancer gene. That side of the family is very sensitive to COPD. And each of the three sisters have had a different kind of cancer. Two of them have had breast cancer before.
I asked my mother every night if I had cancer when I was 8 years old. I’d learned of her first baby girl (from a previous marriage), who had died of liver cancer.
I can only anticipate what’s in store for me–from a watching while others’ suffer standpoint and my own demise.
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sad ML 😦 i worry about my husband with this. he has never really had to deal with death on a personal level and he is very close to his parents….
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Don’t anticipate the worst. After all, only half your genes come from your “moms.”
I tend to believe in the power of the conscious as well as the subconscious. I think of myself as healthy, I believe I am fine. And dammit, I’m fine.
‘Course I could be in denial, but I like it there better than the river of fear.
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