At the time, I thought it was simply a comforting phrase, yet I later discovered that same day she had met with an attorney and started planning a future I never knew existed.
Two years before everything changed, my mother was diagnosed with stage three b.reast can.cer, and that moment altered the entire direction of my life.
My father called me while I was working at a senior care facility and simply said,
“Your mother is sick, and you need to come home immediately.”
I moved back within a week and rearranged my work schedule to be with her during the day, attending every chemotherapy session, every radiation appointment, and every painful step of her decline.
My income dropped significantly, yet none of that mattered because I was determined to be there for her no matter the cost.
During those two years, my brother visited exactly three times, each visit lasting less than an hour while he wore expensive suits, checked his watch constantly, and left without understanding what she was enduring.
His wife, Ashley Bennett, visited once and spent most of the time taking photos rather than engaging with my mother.