“Get out of here, you ridiculous old woman. Go find somewhere else to be. This house isn’t yours anymore.”
Those words hit me like stones. I was standing on the other side of the gate, my small suitcase on the ground, the soft chemotherapy scarf still wrapped around my head. I had just gotten out of the hospital after three days of needles, three days of poison running through my veins to kill the cancer. And my daughter-in-law, Valerie, was screaming at me from the window like I was a stranger.
“Matthew isn’t home, and I’m not opening it! You’re sick, probably contagious. I don’t want my daughter to see you like this, all pale and bald. Go on, get out of here!”
