It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and I hate it. Every twinkling light, every cute decoration, every song, every advertisement is ripping out my guts and squashing them on the city sidewalks. My mom has stage 4 pancreatic cancer. She’s doing great for being full of tumors and pumped full of poison every two weeks, but the reality is . . . she’s dying. Not immediately. Hopefully not soon, but it’s coming. And you see, my mom makes the Christmas magic happen. The decor. The presents. The parties. The stockings. The games. The family time together. The food. … Continue reading Is This the Last Christmas We’ll Have with You?