By Susan Tweit
Richard and I are home for a while, no small feat given the way our lives have been recently. We’ve been talking about how long it’s been since we’ve been home for more than a few days, enough time to reestablish any semblance of normal routine. (Whatever normal means when you’re living with brain cancer.)
Mid-December, I decided. Richard agreed.
Before my mom broke her hip at home while in hospice care and we began going to Denver every ten days to help, and then every week, and then every few days.