walked away.
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In my hand: Mom’s breast cancer diagnosis.
This time, everything would be different. They
would all pay.
The news aged Dad and Mark ten years. After
Peter’s funeral, a family meeting. Mom:
palliative care.
“Mom, we’re not rich. Helen and I are
planning for another baby. Lots of expenses.
The doctor said someone lived to 70 with
palliative care.”
Dad slammed his fist. “Your mother sacrificed
for this family! To continue the line! She
wanted palliative care anyway! You saying it
