5.14.2012 a date that I’ll likely never forget. It started like a normal day, made the kids’ lunches, a Monday off with my husband, edited pictures from a recent session, until I missed a call from my mom. It went to voicemail and I checked it just as soon as I realized I missed her call. She was clearly upset and asked me to call her immediately…the appointment didn’t go well. I still get teary remembering that day.
There is no history, none. But as they say, “cancer has no prejudice.”
Grief stricken, angry, and shocked with the news, I had to believe that somehow God will use this too.
Hope. Such a small, but powerful word. In Christ alone, my hope is found. Even when I didn’t feel it, I had to choose to believe it. God is bigger than the c-word.
To say it was a long six months is an understatement, to say it was a difficult road is too cliche, to say that the strength my mom walked in was such a marvelous showing of God’s faithfulness.
Praise God, we are on the other side. My mom is a survivor. My mom is one of my heroes.
Would I have written her story differently, probably. But what this journey did for my family was truly amazing. The darkest of situations, the God Most High, used to bring us closer together. Take that, cancer!
I love you, Mom.
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