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How I became an Orphan
How I became an Orphan
They say that there can be no growth without pain. 
Becoming an orphan, at least for me, was very painful, but, it also offered an opportunity for profound growth.
It’s a strange thing…to be an Orphan at my age….but that’s just what it felt like to me.  My anchor was gone, I had to be the grown up now….I didn’t want to go there, but…
“So, the CT showed something”, mom told me.  That something was a 4 cm. tumor in her right lung.  After further testing, the doctor called my sisters and me out of her room and into the hallway----not a good sign.   I went into that little protected place in my brain and only heard the words, terminal, nothing left to do, make her comfortable, 8-10 weeks.
My mother was born to my Lebanese, immigrant grandparents in 1928.  She knew hardship, she knew poverty, she knew sexual abuse at the hands of her grandfather, she knew parents struggling to make a living, and she knew pain in the form of a congenital deformity of her feet.   Her name was Dolores, which means “sorrows”. 
My mother also knew the love of strong ... more

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