“Having just gone through a similar, but less devastating experience with my own mother, it's odd I didn't pick this up sooner.
I'd seen it at the library for months, deciding only after a year had elapsed since I found out about my mom's cancer, to do something about it.
Since the woman on the cover looks so much like my mom did at the worst of the chemo--not just the baldness, but the shape of her face and her dragging depression--I was terrified to read a story where all didn't come out alright.
My involvement with my mom's cancer was to be there at her home when she got back from meeting. Not nearly as all involved as the characters in the story were with their mother.
So I related only abstractly, and I ended up not being sad at all, really. Moved. But not sad.
I recommend this piece for its bold humour in the face of death, and the comfort that I know similarly situated persons would find in it.”
Joe Girard wrote this review Saturday, November 17, 2007.
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