Tuesday, September 27, 2011

An end


I wish I could call this post "the end," and top if off with a "screw you cancer" just for kicks. But unfortunately I'm learning that cancer doesn't really end. It's like some sort of clever metaphor that I can't come up with right now because I'm too mad at cancer.

But you know what, cancer? My mom made it through 12 rounds of chemotherapy, so you can suck it.

I could never begin to describe what this year has been like for my mom--I'm sure I don't know the half of it myself. But what I can say is how proud I am of her and how thankful I am for the doctors, nurses, family, and friends who have made cancer treatable and this time bearable.

At the treatment center, each patient rings a bell when his or her treatment is complete. Norah and I got to help my mom ring it on Wednesday. It was a good day.



Get well soon, Mom. We love you.

2 comments:

Julia M. said...

This absolutely makes me cry. Your mom is an incredible woman, and I'm glad you've all survived these 12 rounds of chemotherapy!

Alissa Rae King said...

I feel like a I needed a few days to process that video. I am overwhelmed with gratitude that we can kick cancer in the butt and grandma's can ring bells with shiny grand babies.

I love you, and your baby, and your MOMMA with ALL MY HEART!