There is not much I can say about this piece other than I am so grateful for Nicolas ….for his submission, his honesty, his courage. Like so many of my other submissions, this one moves me to tears, but also moves me to hope. It has the same bittersweet poignance of my first submission Bee’s Nest where my friend Bethany also comes to terms with a mother’s illness that can’t be explained like cancer but indeed takes a brutal family toll.
The Other Cancer
My grandmother had cancer. The narrative was straightforward. Cigarettes led to lung cancer. The chemotherapy didn’t work. Then she died. She nor I were ashamed of that simple story.
My mother’s story is more complicated but I try to pretend her afflictions are as simple. When someone asks about her, I tell the truth. She’s not okay. She’s depressed. I may add that she has dementia induced by alcohol abuse and she lives in a locked nursing facility. Probably for the rest of her life. I am honest for at least two reasons. Continue reading