Most days I welcome my happy little Facebook memories. This week, leading up to the anniversary of my father’s passing, it’s a love-hate relationship.
For those of you who do not know, my dad passed away after a long battle with stage IV base of the tongue cancer. The last four months of his life, he was on hospice, and I was in total denial.
I would walk around telling people hospice was to help him “get stronger.” He was unable to eat orally for the last four years of his life; all of his nutrition came from a peg tube inserted in his stomach.
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