For Victoria, BC. I'm leaving tomorrow after work to hold my mother's hand for a little while.
On June 2, she's getting rid of BC.
I don't suppose it's terribly fair to have to deal with this shit when you're 75 and you're alone. So cancer? This isn't the first time I've held her hand when she faced her terrors and had you removed from her body. I hope it's the last. Honestly, I do.