Precious Little Time
I don’t know how to say this, except to say it.
My mom has throat cancer. Its advanced.
She has refused chemo and radiation. And can’t swallow well.
She now has a feeding tube.
But thats not who she is. My mom is the strongest woman I know.
She is, like she is always been, very practical and straightforward.
No quality of life? She’s out of here.
In her words, she has lived a good life. She’s always been able to support herself and live in nice places. She was married and had two children. She divorced and has done well for herself.
And lucky for me, she has lived in Maui for 10 years and helped me raise my four children.
She has been there for me when the kids were born. When I was overwhelmed with diapers, feedings and no sleep.
Now she’s letting me care for her. And I am lucky and fortunate that I can.
And the paintings? For the last few years my mom has been oil painting. And her paintings will be shown next month in Paia at a gallery. 120 Hana Highway. Opening night is August 13.
Thanks for listening and looking. I love my mom and so does everyone who knows her.
This time I have left with her is precious and too little.
And in times like these, I remember why I love photography so.