Stitched Together
Jul 25, 2021
2 minutes
By Valerie Stone, ASHVILLE, ALABAMA
“I’ve taken up quilting,” my mother announced proudly over the phone one day.
“That’s great, Mom,” I said.
My 70-year-old mother was undergoing chemotherapy for a malignant tumor on her appendix—the latest complication in an 18-year battle with cancer, a battle I knew she would someday lose. Maybe soon. It broke my heart for more reasons than one.
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