Here’s the kicker:
After 20 years of living on a farm in rural Australia, my mother died of cancer when she was 56. While she pursued activities she was interested in, I actually believe in my heart of hearts that she died of depression. That depression was the cultivator of her cancer. In moving to the country, I believe she sacrificed many of her own dreams that would have truly fulfilled her. Yeah, I think it went deeper than what was written on her death certificate.