Oct
21

Cancer

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I wish I could say that cancer has never touched my life, but I can’t.  Actually, it touched my life before I was even born.  My father’s younger brother died of cancer, when he was still in his teens.  I never met him, but I was named after him.  I’m proud of my name and I wish I’d known my uncle.

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I am the oldest child in my family.  I have sisters and I had one dearly loved brother.  At 30 years of age, he died of cancer.  He had a beautiful wife, a toddling young son and a baby girl that didn’t make her grand appearance until several months after he was gone.  He worked hard for the M.D. after his name and barely had a chance to use it.  We adored him and our hearts ache for what might have been.

 

My brother, before he was diagnosed with cancer, and his son.


The daughter he never met and his growing boy, nearly a year after his death.  They’re both teenagers now.

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To me, my husband’s sister, my sister-in-law was most recognizable in her roles as wife, mother and art teacher.  I saw her as bright, capable, loving and healthy.  Out of all of us, she always made a conscious effort to take care of her body.  She died of cancer.  The mother in me has wept every time her sons accomplished a goal or achieved a milestone, because she wasn’t here to celebrate with them.  She’s missed graduations, marriages and the births of her grandsons.  I don’t know what they miss most about her, but I miss her laughter and her smile.

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My Ma, Gramma to my children and Mom to my husband, died of cancer 9 years ago.  It’s true what they say, that children won’t remember the dirty dishes in the sink, the piles of laundry waiting to be folded or the clutter.  Everything good about her life has been magnified with time.  The way the house looked sometimes, as I was growing up, is truly insignificant. The memories that last are memories of homemade finger-paints, pulling weeds together in the garden, and learning how to sew a straight stitch.  I hold close the memories of making paper dolls and Play-Doh creations, reading out loud, singing hymns and swingin’ to the “Oldies.”   When my daughter wants to play with my hair and “make it beautiful,” I have a flash of memory, brushing my mother’s long hair and “making it pretty”  -with barrettes and bows and bobbie pins, oh my!  I clearly recall the miles apart and hours on the phone together, laughter and tears; stern scoldings and warm embraces.  My memories say she was the most generous, had the biggest heart, and loved the deepest of any woman I’ve known.  My memories shout that taking the time to make memories with my own children is one of the greatest secret treasures my Ma ever shared with me!  Not a day goes by that I don’t think of her, remember; and love her all the more.

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There are many types of cancer.  There are days, weeks and entire months designated to the increased awareness of the disease.  It is an education I wish none of us ever needed, but one that we must embrace for lives to be saved.

 

Please, click the graphics for a complete list of Cancer Awareness Months and ways that you can help.

 

The American Cancer Society is devoted to raising awareness and funds to find a cure.  They offer information on prevention, early detection, research, support, and treatment.

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In 2011, it was “reported (by the U.S. Department of Health & Human Services) that more than 230,000 U.S. women will be diagnosed with breast cancer and nearly 40,000 will die of the disease.”

OCTOBER is Breast Cancer Awareness Month

I am so thankful for the survivors in my life.  Their faith, vulnerability and strength; courage and determination inspire me.  My beautiful, young niece is one of them.  She continues to write about her journey through breast cancer and life, offering encouragement and education; and building awareness at Pretty Pink Packages online.  She is an incredible woman and has given much of herself to others.

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I hope all is well with you and yours.


Blessings,

 

 

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  1. Callie says:

    A touching and heartfelt trip down memory lane. Thank you for shining a light onto this dreaded subject. Many blessings to you and yours.

  2. Renese says:

    Thank you for sharing. Cancer touches us all I beleive. Even now I have a freind fighting stage 4 breast cancer. Its a tough subject. Our memories a God’s blessing.

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