MyMom
The day after my 22nd birthday my mom and dad sat me down on our living room couch, my mom on my right and my dad on my left, and told me my mom had Breast Cancer. She would need surgery, a double mastectomy in a month, followed by chemo therapy. I was in shock, concern, and fear. But my parents assured me that the doctors said it looked early enough to treat with success.
One year later we celebrated her "Boob Birthday," as she joked; one year later, two days after my sister's 23rd birthday, my mom called me to let me know that the doctor found "a spot" in her lung. The cancer came back. Six months and a day later my mom died on Christmas Eve, 2002, from metastasized Breast Cancer; she was 50. I miss her every single day.
MyVoice
Since then, I have talked with God at length, trying to find out why this, and other trials I never imagined before the age of 30 were being put on my plate. I have decided that He must have something for me to share and needs me to have the experience so that my words mean more.
Therefore, this blog. I hope to share my own Cancer Story, as well as support, encourage, honor, and learn from other people's Cancer Stories. I know that some people find cancer a difficult topic, but my hope is that together we can become more than cancer survivors, but cancer thrivers.
The day after my 22nd birthday my mom and dad sat me down on our living room couch, my mom on my right and my dad on my left, and told me my mom had Breast Cancer. She would need surgery, a double mastectomy in a month, followed by chemo therapy. I was in shock, concern, and fear. But my parents assured me that the doctors said it looked early enough to treat with success.
One year later we celebrated her "Boob Birthday," as she joked; one year later, two days after my sister's 23rd birthday, my mom called me to let me know that the doctor found "a spot" in her lung. The cancer came back. Six months and a day later my mom died on Christmas Eve, 2002, from metastasized Breast Cancer; she was 50. I miss her every single day.
MyVoice
Since then, I have talked with God at length, trying to find out why this, and other trials I never imagined before the age of 30 were being put on my plate. I have decided that He must have something for me to share and needs me to have the experience so that my words mean more.
Therefore, this blog. I hope to share my own Cancer Story, as well as support, encourage, honor, and learn from other people's Cancer Stories. I know that some people find cancer a difficult topic, but my hope is that together we can become more than cancer survivors, but cancer thrivers.
