Jacob Petterson
Nov 5 · 4 min read

What My Dead Mum Taught Me About Hope

“Where there’s life, there’s hope” my grandma reassured me, following our latest less than inspiring call with the oncologist. I responded by rolling my eyes so far back into my head I thought I’d have an aneurysm.

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    Jacob Petterson

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    Long term mental health struggler, first time griever. Writing about my weird and wonderful journey through all of the above.

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