This past Saturday marked the 4 year anniversary of my mom's first breast cancer surgery. I sat in the waiting room with other people who love her, waiting for the news that everything was okay. It was and still is. I'm just grateful that she found it early and that the doctors were aggressive. She was in surgery within weeks. I was pregnant with Addison, worn out and tired from the two days I was back at home. But I had it easy. I know the chemo wore her down and it was rough for awhile, but here we are today.
Today she gets to feed the geese in the backyard with her granddaughters.
She gets to enjoy the little things in life, like seeing someone smile.
And she gets to celebrate her four years of surviving.
I love you mom and I'm proud of you for being so strong.
(I know it's hard to count them, but there were 34 geese in the backyard that day. And Morgan likes to eat the bread just like her sister.)
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OMgosh, that just made me cry. So sweet! I am so proud of your Mom too.
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