Warning: if you’re emotionally sensitive (like me), you might want to grab the tissue box.
Mothers Day. The quintessential holiday where mothers and daughters connect. Flowers, wine, family gatherings. It all sounds so wonderful, doesn’t it?
When I was eighteen, my mother was diagnosed with a terminal case of cancer. She was first diagnosed when I was four years old, and fell victim to statuses of both “cancer patient” and “cancer survivor.” (More about that here.) Today, I’m talking to the women who, like me, don’t have a mother anymore. To the women who have been affected by disease. To the women whose mothers are no longer in the picture, whether caused by disease, family turmoil, or other disruptive parting. To the women who celebrate mothers day in an alternative way, just like I do.