I glanced at my mom, who had just gotten off the phone, and instantly I knew something was not ok.
"Mom, what is wrong?" I asked. After a long, deep breath, she responded with a faint, "nothing, Jo...please...it's nothing." She didn't cry, but she froze. Still as day. And I pressed on, and on, an on...
It's a double edge sword when you have the kind of relationship my mom and I share. Boundaries are rare and secrets can't be kept for long, no matter how hard either of us try.
"Jo, I am sick...really sick." And so, a new chapter begins.
Several weeks ago, my mom was diagnosed with Cadasil, a rare and fatal degenerative brain disease. I now know that my mom's abrupt decision to move to Santa Fe, New Mexico was an attempt to hide a frightening and life changing disease from me.
I know very little, if nothing, about what the future is going to look like. But I do know this:
Life is short. Give those you love a hug. Forgive and be forgiven. Be grateful for every thing, EVERYTHING, you have experienced and know that you are loved.
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