From Sadness Comes Strength

Tom’s aunt died from cancer yesterday. I am devastated 1) because she has always been special to me because of the kind of special person she was, and 2) because we were going to go through this together, again for both of us, and we were going to be supports for each other. She told me the other day that if only one of us could make it, she prayed it would be me. Similarly, I have prayed that if only one of us could make it, I wanted it to be her. Now she is gone, and I am praying that she will be an angel watching over me, like I hope my aunt Deb is an angel watching over me, too. There is such a bond between people who have gone through something similar.

Tomorrow is my oncology appt. I have been so anxious for it, and now it is almost here. Anxious to find out more, learn more, and hear treatment options. I have had so much preparation going into this fight, and now I feel more prepared. My first battle with cancer didn’t feel like a fight, but this one does — a fight for my life, so I am going to fight as long as I can, for my aunt who died yesterday, because I know that is what she would want.