The doctor looked straight to my mother’s eyes. He wanted to break eye contact but he couldn’t. There was bad news to deliver first.
“I’m so sorry… it’s cancer,” he mumbled. “We found it in your brain and in your lungs.”
After a long silence he gathered the courage to add a blow worse than the first: “After treatment, you have, at best 6 months to live”.
6 months to live. There... more