I’ll never forget the day I pulled the doctor into the hallway, desperate for answers. My mother had been in the hospital for weeks, and I needed to know the truth. "What is she actually dying from?" I asked. His response hit me like a freight train.
“Basically, poor self-care.”
That was it. My mother was 78 years old, but it wasn’t some complex disease or rare condition that was taking her life. It was years—decades—of neglecting herself. In that moment, something
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