I was dreading and, at times, resenting Mother’s Day.
All of the ads showing mothers and children in happy scenes set my teeth on edge.
It is cruel that my daughter in law, a new mother, was greeted with a terrible medical diagnosis this past week.
Stage 4 cancer of the lungs and brain.
A slap in the face to a person who led an extremely healthy lifestyle.
Devastating to all of us.
Family & Friends
Her Dad and aunt arrived yesterday for a few days. A long drive for both from Canada and Michigan.
A work colleague came to town bearing gifts and messages of support for her.
Two more friends made the trek today to bring gifts and comfort to her.
Mabel sleeps with her in the hospital every night which is the best comfort of all.
A New Outfit
For several days my son has wanted to buy her some new clothes for Mother’s Day.
She was not interested. Her heart was not in it and her mind could not think about new clothes.
Today we learned why he was nagging about new clothes.
A friend from nursing school gave her the gift of a photo session for Mother’s Day.
So, she has a new outfit.
She has those who love her who have traveled to be with her.
There will be gifts, cards, flowers, phone calls and texts.
Hope and Treatment
She starts radiation on her brain on Monday.
Starting treatment means that the doctors are hopeful that the course of the disease can be mitigated.
There are no promises, no guarantees, only hope.
Hope is the best gift of all.
Hope that the cancer growth can be halted.
Hope that she can enjoy a life raising baby Mabel and growing old with her husband.
She who has hope has everything.