A love story to my mom: Family’s cancer journey marked by worry, hope and dharma

Mom, family and Thai food

WE SAT AT the restaurant, just us, the original four — Mom, Dad, my sister Preeti and me, this time no kids or spouses. My son was at his father’s house for dinner. My husband was wrapping up his workday. Preeti’s family was prepping for school the next day. 

We gathered in a reenactment of many years ago, reminiscing about our old favorite Thai restaurant, the one with glass bottles on the ceiling. The place had amazing fried fish. It was the end of a strange chapter filled with worry and hope, illness and remission, love and dharma.