adulthood

Sometimes, I Don’t Want To Be The Mom

“Sometimes, I don’t want to worry about the drinks and the snacks and the sunscreen and the chairs and ‘Did you go potty?’ or ‘Make sure you bring a jacket!’ Sometimes I don’t want to make dinner. Again. Or load the dishes. Again. Sometimes, I’m not ‘cherishing every moment.’ I’m surviving.”

‘Have you been under any stress lately?’ I looked at my husband. The doctor had no way of knowing he’d just been diagnosed with terminal cancer.’: Widow urges others to ‘never waste time again’ after losing police officer husband to cancer

“My husband insisted we go to the hospital. He picked me up like a baby, placed my body on the passenger seat and tossed my legs inside the car. The one thing that sticks out to me isn’t the headache itself, or the pain. It was when I asked the doctor what could have caused it. He had no idea the strong, healthy-looking, tanned, smiling man next to me was just diagnosed with terminal cancer.”

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