When Mom Dies Our House Will Literally Collapse - Electric Literature

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When Mom Dies Our House Will Literally Collapse - Electric Literature

Housemom by Hannah Gregory At thirty-eight, I learn the alphabet of dying. Advanced directives. Biopsy. Cancer. My mom spends a month in the hospital just before Christmas. The rest of us—my dad, brother, and I—sit by her side in the oncology unit. I hold her hand that’s bruised and taped up with a needle thingamajig. When I was a kid, she was strung with those same thin tubes at a Delaware hospital, after she almost drowned at Rehoboth Beach. T…