Word: motherism
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That's why when Sam meets an expectant mother deeply interested in her own health but who cannot afford the fee, she sometimes offers her services at a discounted rate or for free. "I wish could give this service to everyone," she says, but "I have a family to look after, business to run and life to live while enjoying my work." A relaxed, unflappable doctor is important for jittery moms-to-be. Even more important is a doctor who remembers that her patients even exist. In the months since she canceled her appointment at her last doctor's office...
...applaud Gibbs' article about her father. I am a trained nurse and have seen many lonely deaths in hospitals and nursing homes. My mother passed away three years ago at the age of 92, and I was lucky enough to have been there to see her and talk to her before she became unconscious. Perhaps us children being there with her before she died gave us some peace. But I and my sisters and brothers still miss our Mum, and my eldest sister is 72 years old! Patrick Kwai-sum Poon, BURTON-ON-TRENT, ENGLAND...
...while though, there was one date that was most important to me. It was Saturday, September 23, 2000. It was the date my mother was hit while driving by a drunk driver. She died 14 days later...
...When I remember the day, I remember concrete things. I remember how I last heard the door slam when my mother left, or the smell of the hair gel that I wore that day. Remembering days makes me conscious of the nature of loss, of the cruel synaesthesia of memory. It is a memory of my mother becoming a memory, of how 12 years of my life became the only years with my mother...
...College has taught me a different sort of recollection. I am dependent on quite a different type of memory, a detached one. September 23, not a Friday, perhaps a Wednesday this year, is a date. It tells me eight years have passed since I lost my mother. On September 23, there may be flowers on my family’s dining room table. My father may tell me one of his patients remembered my mother, or that they sent along a card. It is a memory not of the emotions that surround death but of the time that has passed...