THE HEARTBREAKING FINAL MOMENTS OF A YOUNG MOTHER LOST TO A BRUTAL BATTLE

order of life had to be so violently inverted. I am seventy, and she was forty. I have lived the majority of my life, while she was only just beginning to see the fruits of her labor in her children. The anger is a constant, low-level hum in the back of my mind. It makes me want to lash out at the world, at the doctors, at the sheer, random unfairness continue reading …