A Letter to My Mom
As Mother’s Day approaches, I wanted to take the opportunity to tell you how much I’ve appreciated your support through my personal hell of late. I know I thank you numerous times every day and you tell me to “quit it” because it’s what a mother does for a child. So, if I write you this letter, you won’t be able to interrupt me.
Thank you for taking me into your and Lee’s home on those days when I don’t feel like being alone.
Thank you for coming to sit with me while I was hospitalized after chemo #2 and teaching me to knit. I know I took some convincing but it has turned out to be a great distraction and even relaxing during those times I’m feeling really sick.
Thank you for preparing meals for me and making sure I’m drinking enough fluids throughout the day and literally waiting on me hand and foot.
Thank you for listening to my worries and reminding me they are normal.
Thank you for holding me in your arms while I cried because I thought I was dying. You reminded me that I’m not dying. You told me, “You have chemo, not cancer.”
Thank you for sitting with me in silence, since that’s mostly what I do right now.
Mostly, thank you for being there for me when I doubted that was truly possible. Shame on me for doubting.
You are love. I feel loved.
I love you Mom.