Courtesy of Christine Purcell
- Before my mom was diagnosed with esophageal cancer at 69, she was the epitome of good health.
- Her death less than five months later, in July 2024, was — and still is — a total shock.
- Grief comes in waves — long-lasting with a killer crash. Great for surfers, but not for us grievers.
"So, Christine, I've got cancer," my mother









