Today...a very good friend posted about a photographer who lost his wife to metastatic breast cancer. That's how I lost my mom almost 30 years ago. Yes, I was only 22. And motherless.
Here's the website: The Battle We Didn't Choose
I found the link because Wendy Blyth was pissed off. A Cancer support facility had an Art Gallery and was prepared to present his show. But then decided to cancel; because it was too painful for some of their patrons.
I will tell you, I clicked over to his website and photos when I saw Wendy's post. I was at work. And crying. Every thing was flooding back into my brain. Watching someone physically die from cancer is nothing I would ever wish even on my worst enemy. It's devastating. And guess what? I didn't die or feel the pain...I just watched...helplessly. It's a pain that you never recover from.
Wendy's site . I think the Gallery is dick for not honoring their contract. But Angelo will be more widespread and popular for this setback. This I know.
In honor of Carole Ann Nelson (my mother)