Someone once said, "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." I am constantly reminded of the truth of that statement.
Six months ago the "plans" were to go to Ireland in August. It was to be a family vacation, planned by the girls and anticipated by all. Then the reality of breast cancer came into our lives. It was our younger daughter Shanon struck by this horrible disease. And from that moment forward it has been a day by day, procedure by procedure step. Everything is in her favor, given the fact that she has it, youth, otherwise good health and lifestyle, type, only double negative instead of triple (for those of you who know what that means), negative gene analysis. She will have four treatments three weeks apart of the TC cocktail. Yes, it will not be pleasant, but the prognosis is very good. She must get from here to there. She is brave, strong, optimistic---and ready to get it over with. She and I will be bald for a time, but bald is beautiful! Her husband is juggling many balls--work, school, but first priority his wife and her needs. Children 11 and 8 "know" and are loving and attentive. They all have a network of wonderful friends and take great comfort in their faith. Her mother and I, like all parents, wish we could take this burden from her. Life isn't fair; I am 72, she is 42. We all look forward to spending time together, crying, laughing, walking, eating, hugging and kissing.
Let's all hope that someone finds a cure to the scourge in 2013!!!
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