My post today is for my "two little survivors".
As I was driving downtown this morning to the bank, I passed the area of town with all the medical offices and drove past a Cancer Survivor Memorial. My dad is a 22 year survivor and my mom is getting ready to start her Chemotherapy treatment. When people talk about Cancer, I have such a positive outlook. My dad had a five percent survival rate, and my mom's surgeon told her that in all his years of practice, she is the sickest patient he has ever had.
As I was driving downtown this morning to the bank, I passed the area of town with all the medical offices and drove past a Cancer Survivor Memorial. My dad is a 22 year survivor and my mom is getting ready to start her Chemotherapy treatment. When people talk about Cancer, I have such a positive outlook. My dad had a five percent survival rate, and my mom's surgeon told her that in all his years of practice, she is the sickest patient he has ever had.
These two pictures remind me of the love and tenderness that is passed between a family when you are faced with great struggle. You grow closer to the ones you love when nothing but life matters. In struggles everything is stripped, all you have left is love. With each struggle, you step through different stages which lead you to something new. Rely on nothing but faith and love and you can get through anything with your family by your side.
Love you Mom and Dad!
xo
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