This is NaPoWriMo, I wrote a poem, a curtal sonnet. It helps. Journalling helps, as does participating in this forum. You make mistakes, but you do the best you can at the time and let go the rest of the things you are unable to control.
Mother, take it easy
I nagged my mother about this kind of thing.
Confronting her cancer, determined to be formal
Leaning heavily, making my dad some lunch.
Standing at the counter, visibly shaking
She wanted to create the illusion of normal.
Dad perfectly capable of finding something to munch.
She used to work Saturdays, when I was a child.
He'd do the housecleaning, acting as caregiver.
Susie Homemaker, shakingly she'd hunch.
I told her to save her energy for disease reviled.
–But she would not listen.