This bamboo plant is my moms cancer.
First, lucky bamboo is not actually bamboo. It is Dracaena sanderiana, and is not hollow like real bamboo. They’re usually sold in a little thing in standing water. Like this, though they can’t thrive. They can die in two years.
My mom got diagnosed with cancer. When someone get cancer in your family, people give you a lot of stuff. I’d sort of given up on connection in the neighborhood, but I guess people still care. We got a lot of food, and blankets, and cards.
My mom got lucky bamboo.
It sat in the living room for a while. When it came time to change decorations, though, my mom asked me to care for it in my room.
My mom made it through cancer.
Hurray! But the thing about cancer is that actually, it’s not really over. It’s never really over. Sometimes there’s surgery after surgery afterwards as you try to get your life back to a normal that no longer exists. And the threat of the cancer returning, of a single cell surviving and trying to kill you again, lurks.
The lucky bamboo turned yellow, and from yellow the leaves begin to become brittle.
My mom has a check up, and they ask her to come back for more tests.
The thing is, it’s just lucky bamboo. You can buy it anywhere. It’s a miracle it lived as long as it did, when you think about it. But maybe there’s some kind of magic in small things. Maybe there’s some kind of power in hoping and wishing and looking up how to save a dying lucky bamboo plant.
The bamboo lives.
So does my mom.
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there's something so poetic about coyote vs acme being the thing that causes wb's 'the producers' ass scheme of shitcanning movies for tax breaks to blow up in their face and cause them to turn to the camera, blink twice, and dissolve into a little pile of ash that their eyes fall down into with a little bounce
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Could we have baby Robin Jason again one day?
You caught me at a good time... jason drawing mood
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Prompt 271
“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone.
“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion.
Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files.
“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued.
“Is he coming to the Manor or…”
Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”
Now wait one moment-
“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”
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ml secret santa gift for @raindrops-on-the-roof ! ✨
sorry for being a week late i have this problem where i over-detail things that were meant to be simple. I wanted to do a silly lil love square comic and somehow get alya & nino in there, and at the time, elation was all i could think about! lol (this takes place in a reality where that was the last episode i watched)
Thank you @mlsecretsanta for hosting such a cool event 💙
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