I Paid for Mom’s Chemo—Then Heard Her Say I Was Only Useful When Giving
Part One The smell of antiseptic still clung to my clothes even after a hot shower.For six months, that was my life—IV drips, cold hospital chairs, and my mother’s wan face under harsh fluorescent lights. I’m Iris, thirty-one, and during those six months I emptied my savings, sold my old Civic, and gave up every … Read more