Yesterday was the second anniversary of my dear grandmother’s death. She was so incredibly special to me and I miss her immensely. Although, I am glad that she doesn’t have to go through this cancer with me, because she was such a worry wart, and I wouldn’t want her worrying about me all the time. However, I wish she was around for me to talk to. I am not a phone person…I really don’t like chatting on the telly. But she could call me every day if she wanted to, just to check to see how I was doing, and it wouldn’t annoy me in the least. I would look forward to her calls.
As I begin my poison this week, in my Slash/Poison/Burn strategy of attack, I’ll be thinking a lot of my Mom-mom, who went through chemo for stomach cancer. Because she lived in New Jersey, I wasn’t around for her treatment, but everyone told me that she approached it with courage and grace. She wore her wig proudly and always looked so well put together.
I hope I can endure my chemo with the same spirit, strength, and spunk as my Mom-mom.
Labels: cancer, chemo, Mom-mom