“Every time I think I’m making progress—wham—life kicks my legs out from under me."
I can’t help rolling my eyes at my son as he paces the perimeter of my sunny, yellow kitchen. Sometimes he is such a drama queen. “It can’t be as bad as you think it is, dear.”
“Oh, really? Hate to tell you this, Ma, but I’ve been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and Julie left me last night.”
