Thursday, January 26, 2012

I have never been more proud of my mom than on our first visit to Freodert together. She is the most courageous and beautiful person I know. She said that she is ready to accept any treatment. She also gave one of the resident doctors one hell of a kick. (He asked for it.) Ask her about it sometime. I know she would love to tell you!

We have decided that we need to take on this challenge one day at a time. The quote that has given us the most inspiration to do so was by Mark Twain. He said, “My life had been a series of tragedies; most of them never happened.” In these last two weeks, my mother has endured painful suffering and has died about 1,000 times in my head. Maybe more. But, the truth is she is alive, pain-free, and smiling. And, unless she has an unfortunate run-in with a bread truck tonight, she will doing about the same tomorrow.

This doesn’t mean that we aren’t looking to the future. We are. But, it is a positive one. You can help us by hoping, praying, visualizing, or throwing pennies in a well that the spot in her lungs is negative. When I was a little girl, my mom granted me special wishing powers. Anytime anything would pose a threat to our family — no matter how great or small — my mom would instruct me to wish very hard. She truly believed in my powers. And, I truly believe in hers.

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