Kim Vestin

My mother is very ill. She has a tumor on her tongue that three surgeries have been unable to remove. She’s had a tube in her throat to help her breathe and she’s receiving all her nutrition through a tube into her stomach.

I grew up an only child to a single mom. For a long time, she was my only family and the one person I felt safe with.

Since learning about her illness in November last year I have existed somewhere between despair and hope, grieving her suffering during these months and being horrified by the thought that this might be her last moments of life. Losing her is still unthinkable.

Now she’s undergoing six weeks of radiation therapy, which is her last chance of recovery. I rely on the thought that the checks later this year will prove her cancer-free and put an end to this nightmare.

Going through this while caring for two small children, one of which is a baby that cries a lot of the time, with very limited access to relief, is rough.

At the same time I’ve never felt more grateful for having my own family. For a long time it seemed unattainable to me, and I feel really lucky to have been blessed with one.

I used to consider them a luxury in life but now experience them as a necessity. They anchor me and I don’t see how I could cope without them, even the small screamy one. They make the loneliness I imagine feeling if I loose my mom seem immense rather than infinite. They make me feel like, in the end, no matter what, I’ll be fine.

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