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Until late in my mother’s life, I had managed to be the proverbial good girl. I fulfilled<br />
all of my mother’s expectations: I got the education she never had, I achieved the career that<br />
was so important to her, I built the family that completed a woman’s life. My occasional “bad<br />
girl” performances amounted merely to episodes in a life, not the way my mother saw me as a<br />
person. But tap gently, I later discovered, and every good daughter with elderly parents seems<br />
to have a “bad girl” caregiving story. Don’t you remember, says a childhood friend whose<br />
mother I adored, how I went to Bermuda four days before my mother died of cancer? You<br />
should hear me talk behind my mother’s back, said another friend, cracking jokes about her<br />
mother that her mother can no longer hear. We act out like the two-year-olds we once were.<br />
My mother loved white blouses, crisp and tailored. All of the pictures of her at the<br />
peak of her career, in the prime of her life, featured a white blouse. Whenever I wore a white<br />
blouse around her in those last years, she would recall how much she loved that look. In advance<br />
of what would turn out to be her last Mother’s Day, I bought the largest crisp white tailored<br />
blouse in the store. (My mother was now formless, sagging, her breasts dragged down to meet<br />
her bulging stomach, her body slouching in the wheelchair.) I set the shirt aside to bring.<br />
Then in mid-March, I had heart surgery and didn’t tell my mother. I felt sorry for<br />
myself, having a mother and not being able to tell her I was having heart surgery. I said to<br />
myself there was no need to make her anxious. But what I meant was that she was no longer<br />
my mother. She could no longer be there for me—so what was the point? In early May, I<br />
brought the blouse with me on my caregiving weekend. But I couldn’t give it to her. She was<br />
not my mother. It would have been like dressing a manikin. No, worse: I would have to look<br />
at her in the crisp white blouse and think about what she was not.<br />
I returned the blouse and spent the credit on some t-shirts to cover my heart’s scar.<br />
As I began this piece, my mother died. Going through old photos, I found one of<br />
my mother with her own then aging and ailing mother. I recalled, seeing this, that my mother<br />
placed her own mother in a nursing home—and never forgave herself for being, at the end,<br />
a bad girl. A nursery rhyme my mother used to recite to me goes like this:<br />
There was a little girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.<br />
When she was good, she was very, very good, and when she was bad, she was horrid.<br />
Marsha Hurst, PhD, is on the faculty of the Program in Narrative Medicine at Columbia University, where<br />
she teaches graduate courses on illness/disability narratives and on narratives of death, dying, and caregiving,<br />
and co-chairs the University Seminar on Narrative, Health, and Social Justice. Hurst is co-editor with<br />
Sayantani DasGupta of Stories of Illness and Healing: Women Write Their Bodies (2007) and author,<br />
most recently, of articles on palliative care, end of life, and narrative. Her advocacy work focuses on end of<br />
life care and on families of children with special health care needs. marsha@marshahurst.com<br />
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