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  • My mom became sick in mid-June. That's when our family began changing into aliens.

    I tried to hang on, to go faithfully to my job every day, but there was no fighting it in the end.

    I knew just from the daily phone conversations Mom was bad off. She had warned me about her stomach swelling up like a watermelon. Still, I
    was shocked to see this withered, frazzled old woman whose belly looked like it had been pumped full of air.

    Finally, she was admitted to the hospital. The medical staff saw her bulging stomach and joked, "Boy or girl?"

    Neither. It was an alien growth from the Planet Cancer.

    It's hard to believe a little over a month ago my mom was a spry 74-year-old, fully independent, who would go on neighborhood walks and loved eating out.

    Now she's just happy to get her diaper and colostomy bag changed on a regular basis. I caught a glimpse of the latter, floating fecal matter that only emphasized the alien experience of it all.

    Mom's hands shake as if she's possessed. Her eyes are haunted now, perhaps scarred by a glimpse of death. I saw the same look in my father's eyes the last year of his life. He had dementia and died in December 2011.

    Just like my dad, my mom finds herself living in this universe of sickness that is foreign to her. And in the same town where Dad suffered as well: Roswell, NM.

    Land of UFOs and aliens.

    I took this image as the sun was rising. The red glitch in the image reminds me of a flying saucer. Or maybe the aliens are getting to me now as well.
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