This is beautiful, Jenny. It's making me miss my mother, who was gone and could not comfort me when I got a bad diagnosis (BRCA mutation & the surgeries to remove body parts that followed). Sending you and Roberta love.
Stunning Jenny. My mother was similar, til the very end, and this has me in tears. I hope this is a beautiful realization for you, though I empathize that it's not always easy, especially in the face of real challenges. Sending love and support. Own those pink gloves!
Jenny - Beautiful portrait of your mom... and you... and your relationship. So specific to the two of you while also universally recognizable. I relate to the push-pull of my reaction to others seeing the "bright side" while I'm integrating tough news... I want to believe their optimism... sometimes I even know what they are saying is true. But I'm in a different world at the moment. And we all cross back and forth from despair to delight in our own time. I'm inspired by the bridge you made with your mom.... Sending love, Jennifer
Thank you, Jenny. You took us through your revelation in such a beautiful and raw way. I am the same as your mom, but Sasha and Steven are not. I have always struggled to explain to them that I am not blindly optimistic, but the best that I could do before today was to explain that I felt hope in most moments, even while struggling to explain the immediacy of the availability of hope. Your description of your mom as not ignoring the facts but instantaneously accepting them gave me the words I have always needed to explain how I can instantly see and feel hope - I have already accepted the facts as they are and that acceptance leaves room for hope to be readily available. I am sending this to Steve and Sasha NOW. Thank you!
This is beautiful, Jenny. It's making me miss my mother, who was gone and could not comfort me when I got a bad diagnosis (BRCA mutation & the surgeries to remove body parts that followed). Sending you and Roberta love.
Stunning Jenny. My mother was similar, til the very end, and this has me in tears. I hope this is a beautiful realization for you, though I empathize that it's not always easy, especially in the face of real challenges. Sending love and support. Own those pink gloves!
Your way with words and your mom’s way with you is a reminder of a way to live life, especially the horribly, unfair, sucky parts. I’m sorry.
Jenny - Beautiful portrait of your mom... and you... and your relationship. So specific to the two of you while also universally recognizable. I relate to the push-pull of my reaction to others seeing the "bright side" while I'm integrating tough news... I want to believe their optimism... sometimes I even know what they are saying is true. But I'm in a different world at the moment. And we all cross back and forth from despair to delight in our own time. I'm inspired by the bridge you made with your mom.... Sending love, Jennifer
Always love reading your work, Jenny. Your mom is always an inspiration and so are you. Thanks for writing this. It was beautiful.
I meant to post this on the other thread, but for some reason I posted it here. . . I’m sure you know the article to which I am referring.
I missed you and your beautiful writing. And, feel like I need to call my mom now.
Thank you, Jenny. You took us through your revelation in such a beautiful and raw way. I am the same as your mom, but Sasha and Steven are not. I have always struggled to explain to them that I am not blindly optimistic, but the best that I could do before today was to explain that I felt hope in most moments, even while struggling to explain the immediacy of the availability of hope. Your description of your mom as not ignoring the facts but instantaneously accepting them gave me the words I have always needed to explain how I can instantly see and feel hope - I have already accepted the facts as they are and that acceptance leaves room for hope to be readily available. I am sending this to Steve and Sasha NOW. Thank you!
I love your writing.