Early Fall 2000
The minute I got through the door Tim insisted I call my mom right away. I could tell in his voice that it was not good. I am shaking as I dial and wait for her to answer. My Mom "I had a mammogram a couple weeks ago and they found a spot, it is cancer." At this point I am in my bedroom at the bottom of my bed and all I remember is the tears and colapsing.
Reality sets in and a million thoughts race through my mind.
What happens next? Will she be ok? I can't loose her now.
Surgery to remove the lump was very quick to follow. Good news came shortly ther after that it had not spread. Still my mom went through radiation and chemo. I stoodby and watched as my mom, this rock in my life, went through some of the hardest months of her life.
She made it through and each following appointment got better and further apart. She was in remission. That October (only a few weeks post surgery) we participated in the Race for the Cure together with a new meaning. I was honored to walk next to my mom wearing her pink Survivor shirt and hat. I watched as she proudly marched up the steps alongside many other women (and men) in pink at the survivors ceremony. How many daughters are blessed with the opportunity to be so proud of their mom. I knew that it was a moment I would never forget.
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