To Each His Own… Troubles.

This blog post was from right after my mother’s last fall. We still didn’t get it yet… we hadn’t realized that the slide to the end had begun.


I’ve said it before, life is not about fairness; it isn’t fair.  Each of us has our own troubles to work through and who hasn’t said, at some point, this just isn’t fair. However, this weekend felt like being smacked over and over by that clichéd message, watching my Mom go to the hospital and have emergency surgery, for yet another fall, yet another broken bone. I’m long past brooding and asking why, when it comes to Mom’s Huntington’s Disease and the endless decline it has forced on her. There’s simply no point. However, it’s really hard sometimes, times like the last several days, to not say “What the fuck? Really?”  Sorry, but I really don’t think in clean language when under duress. I don’t think in clean language most of the time. Hard times call for hard f’ing language in my book, and this weekend was hard, really f’ing…

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About Dawn Quyle Landau

Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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