Wednesday, July 04, 2012

you can tell she's dying just by talking to her on the telephone...never mind the rising ca-125 levels despite the years of chemo...it's in her voice...the pain, the anger...the fear...and i just want to tell her that it's ok, she doesn't need to be brave for us anymore...but i can't find the right words, i can't say it without my own voice breaking...

me, breaking down, crying at long last...crying because i can't stop it, crying because...because...because.

how much time is left on the clock? does it do any good to wonder? i know. don't ask anymore.

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