It’s been many months since the diagnosis, the operations, the lengthly hospital stays. The needles, the blood the tears. She is so much better, most days happy, on her feet smiling, no longer being suffocated by the invisible hands of cancer at her throat.
With tomorrow fast approaching, those thoughts I had pushed away and locked deep inside, they unwillingly crawl out of that locked chest spreading it’s darkness .I had read all the articles, the numerous studies, numbers and percentages flashing in my head. Cancer may find it’s way back, death and devastation in it’s path. 6 months after her 2nd op they had taken their samples. Only tomorrow will tell. I sit here and write these thoughts, releaving myself of the overwhelming emotions that I struggle with. She’s doing well.
One day I will write about the past year, I will write about my mother’s fierce battle with cancer, but today is not that day. Today is the day for happiness and hope that all is and will be well.
She may have lost her voice but I will not lose her. The only woman in the world I love. I cannot see my life without her. She is everything. Mother’s love is like no other.