At 9:30 last night, I found out my adoptive mother, Kat, was diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease – Rapidly Progressive Bulbar Palsy.
Her speech has been faltering the past 2 years. In the beginning, it was thought the cause of her speech difficulties was old denture work, and once it was replaced, the speech would mend.
That hasn’t been the case.
I tried to be brave. To mirror her positive attitude. I ended up sobbing. She comforted me, like mothers do. The irony of me getting the comfort in this situation doesn’t escape me.
The blessing she brought into my life as a young woman. The continued guidance she has provided through the ups and downs life has thrown at me. The thought of loosing her turned my cries into breath stealing sobs.
I can hardly bear it.