I stood in the hospital hallway, desperate. My mother had been there for weeks. Her condition wasn’t improving, and I needed answers. “What is she actually dying from?” I asked the doctor.
His reply hit me like a freight train.
“Basically, poor self-care.”
No rare disease. No complex condition. Just decades of ignoring her needs. Of pushing through, giving endlessly, and never restoring. That’s what took her.
That moment rewired something in me. This wasn’t about
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