We actually have sunlight here. Desperately hoping the snow is over. xd
You come right up, You tear me open, I spill all over the floor
Morning! I went to the Giants game yesterday and was told it would rain. Actually, it was incredibly sunny, and I am quite burnt XD;; It's foggy here in town, though n.n
Cut wide open It's been rough being broken, All alone.....this body better get up
Sun burnt? I'm almost jealous. No fog for us. Freezing rain this evening though. Crazy spring. sweatdrop
You come right up, You tear me open, I spill all over the floor
Yea, sun burnt XD;; So far, it seems the rain has stopped.....for now.
Cut wide open It's been rough being broken, All alone.....this body better get up
Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 7:09 am
Arashi Erina
Contest~!
This is it; the BIG contest this year!
I want you to show me what cancer, hope, or courage means to you.
The following is her story.
This is my mom. And me, but anyways. My mom was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer ten years ago. It was a late diagnose but my mother fought bravely. She didn't complain. She still made us cookies and sat on the phone listening to our stupid problems and never stopped being supportive for us. The cancer metastasized and three years later the battle became much worse. She was put in the hospital and my step-father called to let us know. I went to see her... I went up to the receptionist and she asked how she could help me. I said I was trying to find my mommy; and I was 22 years old btw. She directed me to a wing and as I went up I saw a sign... Palliative care ward. They weren't trying to cure her anymore, they were trying to reduce her suffering. I LOST it. I calmed myself, cleaned up my tears and went to her room. And there was a big smile for me, and hugs. We talked, we took her in a wheelchair for a walk around the ward. I came twice more, and the doctors were telling us she would need to go into long-term care, as she had about six more months of life. My little sister came the last day and my mom was full of love for her too.
The next day my step dad called me. She had passed away in the night.
My mom was courage. She was bravery and love of life that nothing could stop. She used to encourage and offer comfort to new patients in the chemo treatments. She was always there for her kids. She was love.
My mom passed away eight years ago in August. I miss her a lot and I still have days when I wish I could call her. I now have been diagnosed with MS, and at first I was a wreck. Not only was the attack I was suffering kinda awful but the treatment (no cure) was self-administered shots. (I have a HUGE phobia of needles). But I realized how lucky I was, how I could be brave like my mom and get through this. I am currently in remission and take Avonex shots once a week. They are in a pen, so it's not as awful but I did start the first month on syringes. I decided I could handle it. If my mom could fight cancer for so many years, I can handle this.
And when I am sick or relapsing I can look on these pictures and remember the love and courage my mom had throughout it all. heart
I want you to show me what cancer, hope, or courage means to you.
The following is her story.
This is my mom. And me, but anyways. My mom was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer ten years ago. It was a late diagnose but my mother fought bravely. She didn't complain. She still made us cookies and sat on the phone listening to our stupid problems and never stopped being supportive for us. The cancer metastasized and three years later the battle became much worse. She was put in the hospital and my step-father called to let us know. I went to see her... I went up to the receptionist and she asked how she could help me. I said I was trying to find my mommy; and I was 22 years old btw. She directed me to a wing and as I went up I saw a sign... Palliative care ward. They weren't trying to cure her anymore, they were trying to reduce her suffering. I LOST it. I calmed myself, cleaned up my tears and went to her room. And there was a big smile for me, and hugs. We talked, we took her in a wheelchair for a walk around the ward. I came twice more, and the doctors were telling us she would need to go into long-term care, as she had about six more months of life. My little sister came the last day and my mom was full of love for her too.
The next day my step dad called me. She had passed away in the night.
My mom was courage. She was bravery and love of life that nothing could stop. She used to encourage and offer comfort to new patients in the chemo treatments. She was always there for her kids. She was love.
My mom passed away eight years ago in August. I miss her a lot and I still have days when I wish I could call her. I now have been diagnosed with MS, and at first I was a wreck. Not only was the attack I was suffering kinda awful but the treatment (no cure) was self-administered shots. (I have a HUGE phobia of needles). But I realized how lucky I was, how I could be brave like my mom and get through this. I am currently in remission and take Avonex shots once a week. They are in a pen, so it's not as awful but I did start the first month on syringes. I decided I could handle it. If my mom could fight cancer for so many years, I can handle this.
And when I am sick or relapsing I can look on these pictures and remember the love and courage my mom had throughout it all. heart
You come right up, You tear me open, I spill all over the floor
I'll put it on the front. I'm glad you can find the courage and bravery to make it through. If you ever need to talk to someone at all, my pm box is always open <3
Cut wide open It's been rough being broken, All alone.....this body better get up
