Last night my brother gave me a cd of scans of where the cancer is in my mother.
I don’t know how to read these images.
I didn’t know if I was looking at her liver, pancreas, lung or spleen.
Really, what I was looking at, were 250 images of powerlessness, terror, vulnerability and the ultimate betrayal of my mother by her own body.
Today’s good thing was seeing my cousins and nieces and nephews and brothers and sisters-in-law and aunt…and running into Merryn Tune in Coles supermarket, as you do.
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