Not sayin' anything, just sayin'
Most of the women in my family died because of the organ in the body that caused the problems for them.
My grandmother (father's side) had 4 kids and she did the best she could. Using the fact she was a high functioning alcoholic, her life was hard. She had to raise the kids and clean the house and make dinner (she was a bad cook) and she also had a job. I bet if it had been her choice she would have had fewer kids. Alas she was a devoted Catholic as was my grandad so contraception probably wasn't something she was comfortable with.
I'm not saying she didn't love her kids. I'm saying like my own mother, if outside pressures hadn't existed she might never had children, or fewer.
At some point she had a hysterectomy. At some point my grandmother's doctor failed to tell my grandmother that she still needed to get a yearly done at the OBGYN. That she hadn't had a full hysterectomy, she still had ovaries and a cervix. That they could still get cancer. By the time they figured out what was wrong there wasn't much to do other than aggressive chemo. She was old. She was weak after years of carrying a heavy load. She held fast to her faith and it made her last moments peaceful.
My mother doesn't really speak much about her family. It's not that they're awful or anything dark. It's just my mother isn't much of a sharer. At least not a random sharer. She never really talks about her past because I think sometimes it feels like a book on a shelve. So my knowledge of my aunt is shaky at least and I might be assuming some things but,
My aunt was a lesbian. My aunt was a Catholic. Her brother, my uncle, is a priest. My great aunt, her normal aunt, is a nun.
In short my family, including my aunt, is Catholic as fuck. I can only assume her youth was hard. I'm sure it tormented her. I know later in life she had something my mother described with a roll her of her eyes at a "roommate" This makes me think she came out to herself. She had not come out openly to the family. I don't think grandma figured it out. I bet my aunt at some point her life had wished to be a boy. To make it easier to love girls. Maybe she was trans. She presented very butch, very horticulturist utilitarian.
She got breast cancer. She had one removed. The other got it. She had that one removed. She was in remission.
A few years later my mother's eyes start to get watery. My aunt's cancer was back and it was in her brain. She declined surgery and started to wait. She died.
My grandmother (father's side) had 4 kids and she did the best she could. Using the fact she was a high functioning alcoholic, her life was hard. She had to raise the kids and clean the house and make dinner (she was a bad cook) and she also had a job. I bet if it had been her choice she would have had fewer kids. Alas she was a devoted Catholic as was my grandad so contraception probably wasn't something she was comfortable with.
I'm not saying she didn't love her kids. I'm saying like my own mother, if outside pressures hadn't existed she might never had children, or fewer.
At some point she had a hysterectomy. At some point my grandmother's doctor failed to tell my grandmother that she still needed to get a yearly done at the OBGYN. That she hadn't had a full hysterectomy, she still had ovaries and a cervix. That they could still get cancer. By the time they figured out what was wrong there wasn't much to do other than aggressive chemo. She was old. She was weak after years of carrying a heavy load. She held fast to her faith and it made her last moments peaceful.
My mother doesn't really speak much about her family. It's not that they're awful or anything dark. It's just my mother isn't much of a sharer. At least not a random sharer. She never really talks about her past because I think sometimes it feels like a book on a shelve. So my knowledge of my aunt is shaky at least and I might be assuming some things but,
My aunt was a lesbian. My aunt was a Catholic. Her brother, my uncle, is a priest. My great aunt, her normal aunt, is a nun.
In short my family, including my aunt, is Catholic as fuck. I can only assume her youth was hard. I'm sure it tormented her. I know later in life she had something my mother described with a roll her of her eyes at a "roommate" This makes me think she came out to herself. She had not come out openly to the family. I don't think grandma figured it out. I bet my aunt at some point her life had wished to be a boy. To make it easier to love girls. Maybe she was trans. She presented very butch, very horticulturist utilitarian.
She got breast cancer. She had one removed. The other got it. She had that one removed. She was in remission.
A few years later my mother's eyes start to get watery. My aunt's cancer was back and it was in her brain. She declined surgery and started to wait. She died.