A few months after the sad day when my surgery coverage was denied, a more serious situation evolved. My mother was dying and I had no idea.
She'd had cancer for years... always making strides, soldiering quietly through treatments and surgeries, holding her head high and being beautiful. She still held her head high, and remained beautiful, but her body was shutting down. I was with her in the cancer center ER the night she coded, my 37th birthday. The next month was a blur, and she left us peacefully on a sunny Tuesday morning to join my father in Heaven.
I have an absolutely fantastic family, a support system like no other. When one parent passes away, it's painful beyond belief... but you still feel safe, as you have a parent left. You're still someone's child. You can still escape the world-o-grownups by calling up your mom and having her talk to you like you're her little girl.
When the second parent is gone, there's a complete feeling of exasperation. Am I an orphan? No, I'm an adult. Who do I go to for advice? As my friend Mandy said,"There's nobody like your Momma."
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