My mom, in all senses of the word, is my hero. She isn’t a CEO or big shot lawyer at some firm in the city. She isn’t a gourmet chef that belongs on the Food Network, although her food is quite amazing. She is, however, a breast cancer survivor. And, not only has she battled the disease and won, she has walked with me, hand-in-hand, helping me through my journey.
My mom and I have always been close, but joining the cancer club made us even closer. She went through all the ebbs and flows, the highs and the lows right along side me. I would call and she would drop everything to come be by my side with whatever I needed. I appreciated the long pause she took before entering my house. The long pause it took for her to collect her thoughts and emotions so that she could be strong for me. I appreciated all the sleepless nights she endured just so I could get one good night’s sleep. I appreciated her stoicism as I fell into her arms and cried “why me”? I appreciated her candidness whenever she would say “this really sucks”. I appreciated her empathy as she laid with me in bed and rubbed my back to ease my pain.
When battling cancer, it is so important that you have a wonderful team in your corner to rally and support you. No one can possibly do this alone and no one is expected to. My mom was my rock throughout my cancer treatment. She has helped me, without wavering, to become who I am right now: an advocate, an educator, a fighter. Although I get bogged down with medical bills, prices of medication, and doctor co-pays, the power of being able to reach out to my mother whenever I need…. is absolutely priceless.