What I saw in my mother’s stretch marks

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These are my stretch marks. I made them. I wrote those words in the notebook I kept last summer, right next to where I had been keeping track of my mother’s vital signs. When you go to a hospital room day after day, week after week, certain things become routine: the greeting of nurses, the checking of status updates. You become accustomed to seeing a loved one in a strange and otherworldly state. But then other things grab your thoughts and turn ordinary into extraordinary. Read more: What I Saw In My Mother_s Stretch Marks – Scary Mommy