When I found out my mother was dying of cancer I was terrified. For 26 years she had watched over me when I was sick (and that was a lot of the time) and encouraged, not with words but a silent expectation that I would do what was necessary to get back on my feet, brush myself off and carry on without complaint. The thought of trying to do it without her made me weak in the knees – literally shaking in my shoes.
Then I wondered, does she know she’s dying? And if not, how do I tell her?
“Julie, am I going to die?” Continue reading “Don’t Be Afraid”