Basenotes

My mother always told me that I was very SENSIBLE.

Today when I was doing the vacuuming in spite of my feeling flu, I was brought to think of my mother again..and how she somehow 'pushed through' what must have been excruciating pain in those last few weeks...seeing as how she was finally, at the end, given a diagnosis of pancreatic cancer the DAY before she died. And how all her protests and screaming was interpreted as 'not acquiescing', (which is built in to that certain male community's concept), and was probably interpreted as 'silly' or 'not to be taken seriously', and her having Asperger's which only I have diagnosed, not being able to defend herself or give a logical reason for them to stop (passive is how it is defined in the 'medical literature').

Actually I see that this has to be a totally different post than I originally started out to post, and that my brain wants to return to the injustice of my mother's situation and so... do I make a small philosophical 'post'...or do I go deeper into all of the factors. At the moment it seems rather difficult to tie them together in a literary manner. I originally wanted to only say a few sentences. Obviously I have a lot more rattling around in my head, I can see.