Og, did you notice how excluded the son felt from so much?
How so much time was taken up by obsessive behaviour?
All the anger and fighting?
How none of what was being felt seemed to be able to be shared, and no nurture could be given or received? This in the midst of what was outwardly such an enlightened process?
This is heart-breaking, really.
I found myself wondering how much this was "business as usual" for the mother's emotional style, how much was the anger and withdrawal from loved ones taht is often part of the death process, and how much was altered neurology from metastases or drugs or both?
There is some clue that there was some continuity of pre-illness behaviour...
I love this piece because it is so honest about what was happening and about how painful and horrible it was.