She Just Loved Being A Mother 2

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“My mother was sick for most of my life. She had nineteen years of treatment for Hodgkin’s disease. But she was the kind of mother that would come home from chemotherapy, vomit in the bathroom, and then still cook dinner for all of us. And she did this while getting a PhD in clinical psychology. She just loved being a mother. Even after the chemotherapy destroyed her ovaries, she adopted two more children. She passed away I was twenty-five. Shortly after she died, I realized that I couldn’t remember her voice. I’ve just never been an oral person. It was maddening. It felt almost disrespectful. I had all these old videos of her, but they were silent. So I thought I’d just never know what she sounded like. Then last night, my sister found a small cassette in an old box. It was from my mother’s answering machine. And she picked up the phone during one of the recordings. It was a month before she died. She was so sick at the time. But she said to the person: ‘Nicholas is coming to visit me, so I stayed up late baking, and I’m waking up early to clean.’”

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My mother was sick for most of my life.
Ibu saya sakit lama sekali.

She had nineteen years of treatment for Hodgkin’s disease.
Beliau menjalani perawatan untuk penyakit Hodgkin selama sembilan belas tahun.

But she was the kind of mother that would come home from chemotherapy, vomit in the bathroom, and then still cook dinner for all of us.
Tapi ibu saya adalah tipe ibu yang akan tiba di rumah dari sesi kemoterapi, muntah di kamar mandi, dan masik memasak makan malam untuk kami semua.

And she did this while getting a PhD in clinical psychology.
Dan beliau melakukan ini sembari menjalani program doktoral di bidang psikologi klinis.

She just loved being a mother.
Beliau begitu mencintai menjadi seorang Ibu.

Even after the chemotherapy destroyed her ovaries, she adopted two more children.
Bahkan ketika kemoterapi menghancurkan rahimnya, beliau mengadopsi dua anak lagi.

She passed away (when) I was twenty-five.
Ibu saya meninggal dunia ketika saya berumur dua puluh lima tahun.

Shortly after she died, I realized that I couldn’t remember her voice.
Tidak lama setelah beliau meninggal, saya menyadari bahwa saya tidak bisa mengingat suaranya.

I’ve just never been an oral person.
Saya bukanlah orang yang suka ngobrol.

It was maddening.
Itu membuat saya frustasi.

It felt almost disrespectful.
Rasanya seperti tidak hormat pada beliau.

I had all these old videos of her, but they were silent.
Saya punya video lama beliau, tapi tidak ada suaranya.

So I thought I’d just never know what she sounded like.
Lalu saya berpikir saya tidak akan pernah tahu suara Ibu saya.

Then last night, my sister found a small cassette in an old box.
Tadi malam, saudara perempuan saya menemukan sebuah kaset kecil di sebuah kotak tua.

It was from my mother’s answering machine.
Kaset itu dari mesin penjawab telpon Ibu saya.

And she picked up the phone during one of the recordings.
Dan beliau mengangkat telpon dalam satu rekaman.

It was a month before she died.
Satu bulan sebelum beliau meninggal.

She was so sick at the time.
Ibu saya sakit parah waktu itu.

But she said to the person: ‘Nicholas is coming to visit me, so I stayed up late baking, and I’m waking up early to clean.
Tapi beliau berkata pada orang di telpon: ‘Nicholas akan mengunjungiku, jadi aku berjaga sampai malam membuat kue dan besok aku akan bangun pagi untuk bersih-bersih.’