25/02/2026
I watched the movie "Meet, Greet & Bye" on Netflix last night. I know the story was about the mother having cancer, and it will be too close to home. I never planned to watch it, but my sister wanted to. I already knew I was going to cry, but surprisingly, I cried most when the siblings aired their wounds, the dreams they stalled and sacrificed.
Focusing back on cancer, in my Mama's experience, I remember how she struggled taking too much medicine, enduring the side effects of chemotherapy, and her complete surrender when she went into palliative care, meaning chemotherapy and radiation would end, and it's just a matter of time before she too will have to say goodbye to her earthly life.
When Mama found out she had cancer, she didn't tell us, her children, openly. I never asked why. Was it because she doesn't know what the future holds, or does she not want to worry us?
It's been 13 years since Mama was gone. I have a different perspective now than I did then. One thing remains true: love people unconditionally and meet them where they are, including ourselves.