When My Dying Mother Needed Help, My Sister Said, ‘Not My Problem’—Ten Years Later, I Said the Same to Her
It starts with a phone call, doesn’t it? Most nightmares do. My mother, my beautiful, vibrant mother, diagnosed. Aggressive. Rapid. I remember the doctor’s words blurring, my world tilting on …
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