That's how much longer the oncologist thinks I will have a mother.
I realized yesterday that Young Girl hadn't seen her grandmother in weeks, and that each needed time with the other. So, last night, YG accompanied me when I went over to put Mother to bed.
I've never felt more like a fulcrum.
I held two hands: one gnarled and cool, the other smooth and warm.
I stoked two heads: one bald, the other covered in thick, lustrous curls.
I rested my head on two shoulders: one bony and brittle, the other round and strong.
This is the true 3Generation network.
While it is painful to be in the middle, it's a blessed pain.