I hate getting the call…you better come quick, we don’t think your mom has much longer. To sit there and watch her struggle, asking for help for hours.
As I sat last night after I got home, I started wondering:
how much longer she would keep fighting
how many more times I would get the call to get to the hospice
how can the will to stay in the world be so strong
will she miss me as much as I already miss her