rebelling against low expectations
My ear was numb from the phone pressed tightly against my ear as I heard the words spill out: “It’s awful, Jo, they don’t think he’ll make it. If a miracle doesn’t happen, he won’t make it.” What do you say to a friend who is probably going to say goodbye to her 16-year-old brother in a matter of days? What do you say to a friend holding your hand, shaking with such deep pain it cannot be uttered...
In April of 2011 my family heard, “Your mom has advanced stage cancer and one year to live.” Those are words you never want to hear, words you want to block out, acting like you never heard them! They clanged so loudly in my head, jarring my peaceful world…. they couldn’t be true! My mom was my rock who I ran to when I was confused. She always knew what the right thing was...
rebelling against low expectations
