When I was little I used to think,
"What is the worst thing that could happen to me?"
And every time my mind floated to the idea of my mother getting sick. The idea horrified me. She could die. I could be all alone. She would suffer a lot.
"My mom could get sick. That might be horrible," I would think to myself.
But that would never happen.
Now my mom has cancer. And oh my God is it horrible