I don’t think much about my mother’s cancer these days. Once a year when getting my boobs squashed is about when I think of it. Well more like the waiting around to hear if I need to come back for anything. See my mom found out through a mammogram twelve years ago that she had breast cancer. Twelve years ago a lot of things changed. Twelve years ago my mother told cancer to go f&%* itself. Twelve years ago my mother decided to make it a positive in her life instead of a negative. Twelve years ago my mother became more of an amazing person than I already thought she was…and that’s hard to do. Twelve years ago my mother became my hero. It’s funny what memories we keep from childhood. Mine is bubble gum ice cream. I loved the stuff (though when I eat it now I have no idea why). But I would always laugh because my mother would be beyond disgusted at how we would all spit our gums balls out of the ice cream and save them for later. Which in retrospect was a horrible idea … [Read more...]
