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I don’t know what I expected to her to say that night. Did I expect her to ponder out loud about the mysteries of the world. Did I want her to tell me what it felt like to have a grapefruit-sized tumor under her arm and legions of mutant cells colonizing her lymph system. Buy Arcoxia online cod, Did I want her to admit that she did have—maybe—just a few regrets. Buy Arcoxia no prescription, As I rewrote the scene this last time, I found my answer. It wasn’t the jewel of wisdom I expected. I wanted her to say what she had said a million times before to me and my brother and sister and friends and family: Don’t worry about. We’ll figure this out. Everything is going to be okay, Arcoxia gel, ointment, cream, pill, spray, continuous-release, extended-release.

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A crack of lightning lit up the oil refinery across the bay. My mom put her manicured hand on mine and squeezed. Our conversation was over. I gently squeezed back.

“When you’re better,” I said, “you and Joe will come up to New York and see our apartment. You can make sure we tear down that wall.”

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    • Karen

      You grabbed me right at the start, and pulled me through, deeper and deeper –even though I knew where this was going– until I had a tough time making out the words through my tears welling up.

    • Sara

      That first line is so perfect: what did I expect her to say?

    • rzeroth

      As good as that first line is I'd have to say the last one's even better. Great piece.

    • Yimji Wills

      This piece is a gift. I wept in remembering my own experience with my own mom's illness. It also was immensely comforting in identifying the universal inadequacy of meeting death. Then it offers an extraordinary opportunity, “I have written this scene a hundred times”. We can fill in the wanting spaces with the all the shoulda-woulda-couldas as if they were possible, as if they occurred. In some way they can exist. In some ways they do exist in the spaces of intention.

      • Name

        Great observation.

    • coletteknox

      You captured the moment in time perfectly… wish I hadn't been there. Beautifully crafted – sucked me in to relive it again and cried untill I had nothing left. I'm in awe bro. I love you, your sister:)

    • rachelhile

      Oh, lovely. This reminds me of Oliver Sacks's The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat. Both give me a sense of the countless number of ways that a person can live with illness and with death. Your therapist had a one-size-fits-all idea of a psychologically healthy approach to death, but there are as many ways to die as there are to live. The musician Mr. P in the Sacks essay lives with his illness by structuring his life with music; your mother, proud of being a sinner, maintained her sense of dignity precisely by avoiding the kind of soul-searching that others might have expected of her.

    • Tara

      Thank you, this is provocative, and I was touched.

      I think there's something so painful (to the observer, at least) about unfulfilled hope. To the point where it seems like things would be better if the person would just give up (or to use modern terminology, 'accept.')

      Even if she told you everything was going to be okay, it wasn't true, was it? Was it that you would have believed her anyway, and that belief might have helped you later? Or that you wanted at least part of her to believe that there was a way that everything could be okay, that something could be okay, with her death?

    • joematherly

      We still need to talk sometime. About the last conversation that I had with Karen Sue on the day she died. And, other things and conversations. About knowing she had left before I called to check on her. About, what seems to have been a lifetime of experiences in 35 months. About the things we wanted to do, see, experience, plan…………..

    • Name

      Thank you for sharing such a beautiful and heartfelt piece of writing with the world.

    • Lizad

      This is a wonderful piece. How can any of us really understand? You brought me a few steps closer. Your descriptions of your mom are vivid and bring her to life. Thank you.

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