On February 17th, 2024, I experienced the devastating loss of my mother to stage 4 cancer, believed to have originated in her lungs. Her diagnosis on January 22nd, 2024 afforded us only a brief period to come to terms with the reality before it claimed her life. Despite her numerous attempts to quit, she had been a smoker for the majority of her life, and battling addiction proved challenging, particularly when compounded by other stressors. In 2005, her life took a turn when a surgical procedure on her neck went awry, leaving her disabled. Since then, she grappled with bouts of depression and chronic pain. While it is an inevitable truth that our parents will one day depart from us, it is particularly poignant to acknowledge that she was a mere 66 years old and had already endured more than her fair share of hardships. Her absence will be deeply felt, and her memory cherished.
RIP Mom
