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a month of thanksgiving – day two

Today I celebrated and rejoiced an anniversary of sorts.  Eight years ago today, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.  It was quite a scary time for our family.  My father had always been the one with the life-threatening illness and so this was a change.  Over the next four months I watched her go through surgery and radiation treatments and take medicine that all combined to weaken her body and wear her down.  But never for a moment did she complain or act angry.  She never seemed impatient or easily aggravated.  She was at peace.  She turned it over to God and let Him do His will.  Now, I can’t imagine the fear she must have felt from time to time.  Even if you are sure of The One who is in ultimately in control of your life and destiny and know where you are headed after you are finished in this life, since we are all human and imperfect, I’m sure she had her moments.  But never did she let on that thoughts of fear and sadness may be crossing her mind every once in a while.  No, on the outside, she was a rock.  She was the epitome of unwavering faith with strength and grace as her weapons against this deadly disease.  Both her amazing spirit and our God carried her through those days and  God chose to heal her.  I suppose He knew how much I still needed her, how much our family still needed her.  She is my hero.  Her ability to carry on when life falls apart is truly admirable.

So today, I am thankful for a healthy mother.  I’m thankful for her unconditional love, her steadfastness and her uncanny ability to make everything feel like it’s going to be alright.  This last year, with all its difficulties, would have been beyond unbearable had I not had this one faithful person in my life.  She is the one I can always count on and she is the one with whom I enjoy to spend my time with the most.  As an adult child of this wonderful woman, I recognize that our relationship is so special that there are no words to describe it.  And I know she is, and will always be, my best friend.  I realize I should try my hardest to never take her or our relationship for granted.  I know that every day with her is precious.  I knew that prior to her diagnosis, but I think that experience made me more aware of her contributions to my life and everything she does for the sake of others.  God blessed me the day he decided to make me my mother’s daughter, but he magnified that blessing the day he made her my best friend.

Love you Mom!

One thought on “a month of thanksgiving – day two

  1. You are so sweet to say all these beautiful things about me. You are right I did give my cancer to God and He gave me peace but I am so grateful that he allowed healing to come so I would have more time with you. I love you so much and am so thankful that God allowed me to be your Mother. I do treasure what we have. It goes much deeper than mother/daughter. We are best friends and that does not happen too often between a mother and daughter. Each minute that I spend with you is precious and I don’t take it lightly what we have been given.
    Love, Mom

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