Talk about a memory of living in a small town.
"When I was in elementary school I knew my mom was sick. I really didn't understand how sick, though. I went to school every day and sometimes my mom would come and eat lunch with me. Sometimes even if she didn't feel good she would pick me up from school and stay and watch me play on the playground. I remember we were living on a farm north of Gothenburg. I remember dad taking trips near Platte to take mom to the doctor. Eventually I found out she had cancer and was getting chemo. Sometimes I thought I would go with them to treatments. Mom had her head shaved, knowing that she would lose all of her hair.
There were times that the medicine would make her do things that she didn't know what she was doing. One night I heard her in the kitchen and when I went in she was tearing up dish towels. I got my dad up to go see what she was doing. She said, 'I was making you a cup.' Our last Christmas together was really hard because mom was so sad. We gave her a locket with a picture of my sister and I in it, which she loved. By February she was gone. She died peacefully at home. It took me a while to get used to mom not being home. I'm glad that she's up in heaven because she isn't in pain anymore. . . ."
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