Lauri Briltz, left, with her late mother, Sandi.
On January 26, 2015 I lost my dear, sweet mother. She was 70 years old.
She lived for over eight years with a death sentence hanging over her. She fought hard but I wouldn’t wish her last weeks of “life” on anyone.
My mother’s final days consisted of her yelling at the top of her lungs for hours: “Daddy, please, please. Daddy, help me, please” and “Someone please, help me, please, please, please.”