How My Mother Became a Role Model for Facing Death
In August, my mother and I had planned a trip to Copenhagen. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel well, so I went to Sunnmøre to visit her instead. It was clear that something was wrong. She felt terrible that, as her guest, I had to serve her. On Monday, she had a doctor’s appointment, and her blood tests revealed something seriously amiss. She was referred for an MRI. I returned to Oslo on Thursday, but by Friday, she had received the diagnosis:…