http://slow.writerscafe.org/TiffieTube The original writings of author TiffieTube en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012997 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   That Saturday night my sister took me to see her. She had slipped into a partial coma. I walked into the room, I saw my mother laying on the bed motionless with her eyes slightly open. I had a book in my hand which hit the floor. Then I saw her chest move as she was breathing so I slowly bend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508946/    The next day we were driving to the "doctor's house" which is what I told my 3 year old son, to see my mother, I feel the tears coming and I try to choke them back with little effort. Walking into the hospital through the long hallway to the elevator, it seemed the hallway got longer wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508923/    The Chemo was killing her blood so she didn't want it after that. She was at home for at least a week. It was nice seeing her outside of a hospital. It was nice seeing her in her own element, then after that week my mother got up to go to the bathroom then fell down and could not get ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508915/    After the six months of Chemo, she had a two month break and then the radiation began that was across country. It took a five hour plane ride to get there. I was writing her e-mail letters all the time. She seemed very happy in her e-mails. It took two months of radiation and when she c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508677/     We knew there was something wrong in July of 2002, when my mother who was way beyond menopause had her period and her tummy was swollen to look like she was three months pregnant. She went to the Doctor and all of our worst fears came true. It was Cancer and it was in her ovaries... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508663/ This is a story about my mothers last 13 months of life as I saw it. She was battling Overain Cancer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508646/ I sit alone in a room with hard cold steel pressed to my wrist.Wondering if you would miss meWould you even know I am gone?What would you do if you found me alone in the room?When you left you took everything I had with youThere is nothing left this should be easy, why am I scared?Why do I stop myse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TiffieTube/508365/