The Big C

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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!


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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