How do you tell your 2-year-old daughter she is going to die? —Lara Olson
The room was still, a quiet moment after the whirlwind that began with the rhythmic thumping of an MRI, the rustling of doctor's notes and admittance papers, and the hiss of the oxygen tube.
Lara Olson clung to her daughter, rocked her gently and began to cry.
"I don't want you to leave me," she said in quiet whisper.3 comments on this story
Brylee Olson glanced up at her mother from cradled arms, her large blue eyes glassy, her voice unable to pass from paralyzed vocal cords. The muscles in her face were also stilled, leaving her unable to comfort her grieving mother. Brylee reached for her mother's hand.
How do you tell your 2-year-old daughter she is going to die? How do you know what her reaction will be? What could it be?
"You have a brain tumor and you're going to die and go see Heavenly Father," her mother said, muting the sharpness of the words with the softness of a still voice. What followed was a conversation without words — the first of many between a mother and daughter.