Published December 31, 2009 in the Commercial Appeal
What's cancer? Satchel, my 7-year-old, asked me last week. It wasn't a question I had ever wanted to answer.
My husband's mother, Kay, whom we call Oba (Japanese for grandmother), was rushed to the hospital last Sunday. She'd been successfully battling lymphoma for almost two years, but she took a sudden turn for the worse. Warren raced across country, hoping to get to California in time to say good-bye, while Satchel, his 5-year-old brother, Jiro, and I stayed home and hoped for a miracle.
Is Oba going to die? Jiro wanted to know.
For a few days there was hope that Oba might make it, but on Christmas Day she was moved to Comfort Care, which is like hospice. We were faced with losing a loving and involved grandmother, mother-in-law, and mother in one fell swoop...(Read more...)
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