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I wrote this in November 2015 to my Mother when we first found out she had Lung Cancer. I had it framed and we sent a copy to the Cancer Centre in Sudbury where she had a short stay for radiation therapy. In Loving Memory of our Mom, Lilliane Moreau née Ferguson 1954-2017. A letter to Mom Cancer has...
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My mother died of advanced breast cancer on March 8, 2014. She was a woman who was misunderstood and lived in excruciating and unnecessary pain for months before she died. There was no reason why she had to live the last part of her life in so much agony, but she did. When we were told that the breast...
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“Tuco! Wait.” The dogs must be leashed before they spill from the back of the truck. Feels like clipping onto a flood. “Stay. Peanut, sit! Girls! Quiet! ” Her tough, deep voice keeps my sister’s two pit-bulls at bay. I tell myself the decibels are temporary. This is not a time she can show vulnerability.
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Vancouver is watery. It has nine indoor and five outdoor pools. The old neighbourhood ones are quiet. They might be called claustrophobic, stinky or small. East Van’s Britannia Pool is tucked back. On timeworn Napier Street, the humble, unremarkable aquatic building belongs. When looking for a lunch-time-laps...
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The Canadian Virtual Hospice approached Dr. Balfour Mount, Canada’s “father of palliative care,” shortly after his retirement in 2007, to take part in a video project capturing his perspectives on living and dying. We are indebted to Dr. Mount for inviting us into his home and sharing his story with...
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A few years ago I ran away from home and took my kids with me. As we approached the first Christmas following my husband’s death to cancer, an unbearable sadness swallowed each of my kids. For anyone who has experienced loss, the holidays become reminders that the deceased is noticeably absent. Nadine...
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