In My Mother’s Room: A Memoir
I don’t remember when loving my mother became a burden. Tiresome. An obligatory love and loyalty that once led me to tell a co-worker, “Probably indifferent,” after she asked me how I would feel when my mom died. I do, however, remember the last time my mother called me, which was October 12, 2002.
Sometime during that weekend, two days after her 67th birthday, my mother collapsed on her bathroom floor after suffering a stroke. The brain bleed ravaged her long- and short-term memory, as well as cognitive and physical abilities, and she never fully recovered. Gone forever was the mother I had known for more than forty years; it was as if she had died and was replaced by someone I barely knew, let alone understood.
In My Mother’s Room: A Memoir is a reflection of my relationship and caregiving experiences with my mother during the last nineteen months of her life, a hell-on-earth existence that was her curse but my redemption.