There was a day when the Big C, cancer, would strike terror in the hearts of men Today a prognosis of cancer is not synonymous with death.
In January, the Big C stepped across our family threshold and changed everything. Diagnosed with brain cancer on a Monday, my Mother under went brain surgery four days later. Like a well trained special unit team, all the adult children put their lives on hold, and regrouped to put Mom first. Each member shared in her home care, and came forward to help with her medical care..
Today, all the trappings of Valentines Day were forgotten. We were at the cancer clinic, packing up, ready to leave after her treatment. In a casual moment, Mom connected with an elderly couple. Their conversation took on a life of its own, flowing seamlessly for over a hour.
I watched and waited. Mom was smiling, her radiant face was animate, she was in the moment.
Happy Valentines Day Mom!