My mom had a stroke part 48: Burning through bandwidth.

Photo by Jessica Christian on Unsplash

In the recent weeks, my mom’s birthday came and went, an event looming like a finish line, a mirage, a tiny speck out in the distance. All this past year, I wasn’t sure if she’d see another one.

The day itself was like treading in rising water, an increasingly frenzied attempt to pretend it was all OK, that it was all normal. The flowers we ordered for her never came.

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