Mommy, Mommy (download pdf here)
The moment she dies, you’re in stirrups having a pap smear. How symbolic is that?
You made the appointment months ago. You were exhausted but didn’t cancel. Since she fell eight months ago, went to the hospital, nursing home and finally a group home, you’ve had a swarm of yeast and bladder infections, vision problems, serious constipation, low back pain, and panic attacks. So that morning when hospice called, you didn’t answer the phone… Read more of “Mommy, Mommy” online HERE