I told myself, over and over, 'don't lose heart, Stella. You can start over from scratch.'
But the very next second, my phone rang. The caller ID was the hospital. My mom had collapsed.
I rushed over.
Mom's condition was getting worse by the day. Even chemo wasn't holding the cancer back anymore.
She had passed out while using the bathroom that day. Luckily, a caregiver found her right away, and she pulled through thanks to emergency treatment.
For the past two days, I had dropped Lucas off at daycare and only picked him up in the evening.
Every other waking moment, I stayed by Mom's side, day and night without a break.
It wasn't until the third day that Mom finally showed the first faint signs of coming to.
That day, after I had finished wiping Mom down, I carried the washbasin to
