Just a few years back. I would disappear on this day. No phones calls. No text messages. Complete isolation from those around me who were trying to provide warmth when I had become cold. Today I still grieve but differently. I'm no longer angry or bitter. I am at peace knowing that I am blessed enough to have been raised by a loving, caring, and giving woman that touched so many lives and gave me mine. This day I give in my grief by sharing with those who have lost their mothers and daughters.
10 years of doctors offices, tests, needles, chemotherapy, radiation, and surgeries. She didn't complain. She fought. She had faith and two little girls to raise. She volunteered at local hospitals and at church. She kept all of her doctors and nurses birthdays in a notebook and brought cakes to their offices. She was on a first name basis with doctors, nurses and patients alike. She assisted co-workers when she was off the clock. Even though she hardly missed work except for major surgeries. She cooked dinner in the morning and put plates in the fridge. She worked the night shift. She called her girls several times a night to make sure homework and chores were done. She'd get home from work tired but stayed up long enough to make sure her girls didn't miss the bus to school. 4 counts of remission, 3 breast cancer surgeries, 2 spoiled girls, and 1 disappointing man; She still never complained. She held on to her life long enough to allow both of daughters the time to say goodbye. Through sickness and health she did what she had to do. To her I will eternally be grateful.
~Deanna, The Social Photog