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.
My daughter in law has been in the hospital for several days enduring tests and procedures to determine the cause of her illness.
In the meantime, I have been taking care of eight-month old Mabel and walking and praying.
Strangers always stop to comment on how cute Mabel is.
Now strangers stop to comfort her Grandmother (me).
This is so hard.
It is hell all over again for my son and me.
It is hell for all of our family.
Waiting. Anxious. Hoping for the best.
We received an answer. Continue reading “A Special Hell”
“But when from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remained poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering , in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.” excerpt from Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. Continue reading “Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese”
I hope you don’t mind reading a tear-stained post.
I am crying right now…not sniffling, but crying, need to blow your nose crying.
Please take the time to read these poignant stories posted by a friend who is a cancer survivor.
I have a couple of stories to share this morning and I truly, truly hope that you will take a couple of moments to read them because they are important to you. You may even know some of the people involved.
In a recent blog post regarding my project to write a book chronicling my cancer journey I said, “I believe that if you’re given a song, you should sing it. If you’re given a story, you should tell it. And, if you’re given a voice, you should use it. I’ll leave the singing to my talented husband, but I do have a story to tell and a voice with which to tell it.”
I realized in the last few days that mine is not the only story that needs to be told. So, while I will continue working on that, in the hope that it will one day be helpful…
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Lori Greer in Portland 