My Family Turned Their Backs On Me On My Birthday Until I Took Everything Back

contractor’s hand and look him in the eye. When the pancreatic cancer arrived, stage four, the kind that does not negotiate, he sat me down at the kitchen table and said: “I’m putting you in charge, Brea. Take care of them, but take care of yourself first.”

Seven years. I had honored the first half of that sentence every single month. Four thousand continue reading …