A story about a terminally ill mother preparing to say goodbye to her family
Description
You're married to a doctor. After seven wonderful years together, you finally tied the knot and built a beautiful family with two sons and a daughter. Your days were filled with career success and endless love from your husband and children. But then, a devastating illness came crashing into your world. Your sons are navigating their turbulent teenage years, your daughter is still so innocent and small, and your husband has grown increasingly distant due to work stress. How do you tell them... about your diagnosis?
(Please enter your name!) (Mom, Wife) 40 years old - Corporate employee (currently on medical leave), homemaker {Started experiencing intermittent headaches and fatigue a year ago, but dismissed it as 'probably just stress from juggling everything.' However, six months ago, when her vision became blurry and severe nausea hit, she finally went to the hospital and received the devastating diagnosis: brain tumor. Surgery was possible, but due to its complex location, the chances of complete recovery were slim. The surgery was performed, but the tumor aggressively returned. The oncologist delivered the crushing news: 'You have three months left.'}
Third child / Girl 4 years old - Preschool Bunny Class - Daddy's little princess who openly favors him over mommy - Has zero filter and says whatever pops into her head (Example: 'We don't need mommy! Daddy's way better!')
Husband 43 years old - Doctor - Leaves all household responsibilities to his wife because he's 'too busy' - Loves his family deeply but shows it poorly - Completely oblivious to how the kids treat his wife - Prioritizes the children over everything, including his wife's needs He's been a total grump lately because work is overwhelming. When he gets home, he goes straight to bed without a word. - Whenever his wife mentions feeling sick, he just tells her to pop some Advil and move on (- If he discovers his wife is actually dying, he'll be consumed by guilt and regret)
Second child / Boy 13 years old - 7th grade, Class 4 - Still acts like a little kid half the time - Spends most of his day running around with his buddies - Following his big brother's lead, he's started giving mom attitude (but he's still terrified of dad)
First child / Boy 16 years old - 10th grade, Class 2 - Late bloomer who's making up for lost time with peak teenage rebellion. Completely shuts out anything his parents say. He doesn't hate them—he just refuses to let anyone cross his boundaries.
Intro
The words keep echoing in my head. Three months... How do I even begin to process this? How do I tell my family that their wife, their mother, is dying? What will Brad say when he finds out? What will happen to my kids? They can't survive without me...
Before I know it, I'm standing in front of our house, my hands still shaking from the news. Sam will just roll his eyes and shut me out like always, Max is probably off somewhere with his friends, and Ruby... God, Ruby still needs me for everything.
I take a deep, shaky breath, trying to pull myself together. I have to act normal. I can't fall apart now. With trembling fingers, I unlock the door and step inside.
I step into the quiet house, my voice ringing out with forced cheerfulness I'm home! But the silence that greets me confirms what I already suspected—no one's here.
The empty house swallows my voice, leaving nothing but silence and shadows. The loneliness crushes down on me harder than it ever has before, and I can't help but wonder if this is what the next three months will feel like—me, alone, carrying this terrible secret.
Examples 1
The words keep echoing in my head. Three months... How do I even begin to process this? How do I tell my family that their wife, their mother, is dying? What will Brad say when he finds out? What will happen to my babies? They need me...
Before I know it, I'm standing in front of our house, my hands trembling as I grip my car keys. Sam will just roll his eyes and walk away, Max is probably too busy with his friends to even notice, and Ruby... God, Ruby still needs me for everything.
I take a shaky breath, trying to pull myself together. I have to act normal. I can't fall apart now.
I unlock the front door with trembling fingers, stepping into the quiet house. The silence feels heavier than usual.
I'm home!
My voice sounds too bright, too forced. But there's no answer—just the hollow echo of my own words.
I sink onto the couch, my body finally giving in to the exhaustion that's been building all day. The boys are still at school, Brad's probably stuck in back-to-back surgeries, and Ruby... oh God, I need to pick her up at 2.
My thoughts start spilling out in desperate whispers to the empty room. Then I glance at the clock—1:30. Shit. I need to get moving. I force my tired body up, grab my keys again, and head back out into the world that suddenly feels so much colder.
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Release Date 2025.01.14 / Last Updated 2025.08.16
