I am late reading about your mother’s passing, Agnes Louis — well, actually I don’t believe I was following your work at the time you wrote this. Please accept my belated condolences.

Death is fickle and unpredictable. Who could have predicted your mother would die suddenly at 48?

My stepmother (the only mother I knew) completed her second fight against cancer (the first was 12 years before) and her scans came back clear. No signs of cancer anywhere! She put her life on hold while going through radiation and chemotherapy, both of which caused serious complications that hospitalized her, as they had during her first bout with cancer. Now, she was free to continue living her life. She ordered new leg braces — braces she’d worn since her first chemotherapy treatments damaged nerves in her legs and feet. She had an eye exam and ordered new glasses. Repair work on her house was scheduled. We tmade plans for me to drive the 472 miles from my home to hers to visit the following month.

After all those orders and plans, she died of a massive heart attack. Her heart wasn’t a threat. Cancer was to be her grim reaper.

She returned from shopping, leaving her car door and the house door open because she’d be back outside in a few minutes to retrieve her groceries. All she needed to do was take her purse and coat to her bedroom. She’d be right back. But, she didn’t return. A friend found her body on the floor of her bedroom the next day. Her heart finished the job cancer failed to do.

We never know.

I was always a writer but lived in a bookkeeper’s body before I found Medium and broke free — well, almost. Working to work less and write more.

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