When I was a child, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I watched her hair fall out. I watched my father leave us. I watched her struggle to raise and understand me by herself as her nails turned purple and the flavors that she lived for were taken from her tongue. I was 12. I was too young to process just how much she sacrificed and suffered to be strong, for me. I've spent the rest of my life reflecting on that pain. On my fear of loss. How on any given day, I could still lose her.
Because you can't cure cancer with love.
Love does not trump hate.
Pain demands that you address it honestly.
Filmed by Chris Plunkett of StoneStreet Cinema
Recorded at Mama Coco's Funky Kitchen
Mix by Ari Friedman
Editing by Utsab Giri and Melissa Vile Kingdom
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