"I don't know" This has been my answer to all questions for the better part of the past week.
My mother came to visit. I saw her for the first time in two years. At the airport she seemed the same as I remembered. At home she acted the same way I remembered. We talked about this and that and she mentioned that she belongs to a new club...the Recovering Breast Cancer Patients Club!
Two years, not a word. Two sessions of chemotherapy, not a word. Two sessions of radiation, not a word. One breast missing, not a word.
How do I feel? I don't know. I have no words.
She assures me everything now is gone, eliminated, defeated! I don't know...
She said nobody knew, it was best that way for her. I don't know...
She asks me not to be angry, emotional, scared. I don't know...
How do I feel? I don't know...
What do I feel? I don't know...
She wants to forget everything and continue from where she left off, two years ago. That I know..
So from now on only new experiences.
Like going to a three-day rock music festival with lots of mosquitoes, music, beer and walking for miles and miles because we lost our way and then lying on the grass and getting covered with ants but loving every minute of it, even the hideously green fluorescent wristband.
Like visiting a castle and climbing the wooden stairs to experience the magnificence of nature and the glory of man.
Like going to Dubrovnik next Thursday...
As for the songs...
They are for me...
Because if there is one thing I know is that I love music...
Just as I love my mum.
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