Cancer Family: The Photographs: The Fragility of Life in Death

With each day passing, Mom became almost childlike and we, her children, became her caregivers. There were many moments of uncertainty as she lost her ability to communicate. Dying at home meant there were no machines or charts masking the reality of these moments.
The Fragility of Life in Death

With each day passing, Mom became almost childlike and we, her children, became her caregivers. There were many moments of uncertainty as she lost her ability to communicate. Dying at home meant there were no machines or charts masking the reality of these moments.