I didn’t know when I blogged on August 28th that my mom would live for only 32 more days.
We didn’t know that until September 30th.
In the span of those 32-days, we went from expecting her to be discharged from rehab at the end of September, to suddenly being told she had a fast-growing, aggressive cancer. Get her home and comfortable, we were advised, and admitted into hospice.
It was two weeks and one day between her cancer diagnosis and her death. The sudden flip in her story arc, and the speed with which the ending arrived, catapulted our world into a surreal state. The walls of the “real world” quickly got shut out and a single-minded focus grabbed hold.