Six years ago my mother died.
I"m twenty-four now. Which would make me eighteen then, the year I should have graduated from high school, only I didn"t, "count of all the days I"d missed. I was actually still seventeen when my mother died. We hadn"t lived under the same roof for a couple of years, and I was on the streets. Mom sold our family home in North Vancouver and bought the float house on Serendipity Island, where she spent most of her final years until…
Mom.
The stomach cancer was very aggressive. It took her in less than six months, would have been a painful death without the Morphine they finally gave her toward the end. Her family doctor diagnosed a peptic ulcer and so, you see, she suffered until it became obvious, even to him, that he should send a scope down her esophagus a
