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My Heroes

My mother is a breast cancer survivor of 5 and half years. Not only was she diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer and given a grim prognosis, she survived breast cancer, aggressive chemo, and she has embraced her spiritual and emotional growth from her journey. She now helps others on their journey in a support group at the hospital. During one of these groups, she was asked to make a presentation during a local "Relay For Life." I am quite proud of her. My dad has been her biggest cheerleader. He retired to take care of her. Five years later, she is a true survivor and he was diagnosed with a giant Aneurism on his carotid artery in his brain and mortality staring at him. With the help of a great and inspired surgeon, his carotid was cinched shut and my mother took care of him while he healed. The whole time he was optimistic and calm. These are my heroes.







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  1. ParkersJuly 8, 2008 at 2:05 PM

    This made me cry. They are my heroes to.

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  2. Karen, author of "My Funny Dad, Harry"September 16, 2010 at 3:26 AM

    Praise God for his healing! That is so wonderful they both made a recovery and I love that they took care of each other.

    Stopping by from Writer's Workshop. Here's mine: http://zemeks.blogspot.com/2010/09/inspired-by-marva-collins-back2blogging.html

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  3. Soccer MomSeptember 16, 2010 at 5:57 AM

    That is beautiful. Just really awesome!

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  4. theworkinghousewifeSeptember 16, 2010 at 10:12 AM

    Glad both recovered and are doing ok. You have a beautiful family.

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