It meant the world to me to have you come out this week and care for my little boys, cook for my family, and be here for me as I fought this terrible infection and tried to get my head above water again. You knew I needed you without asking, and you came and did the things I couldn’t do, without making me feel that it was a big deal at all.
Thanks for helping, and for helping me keep my dignity about it. So often, those of us who struggle or are sick are hesitant to ask for help, and really don’t want anyone to know that we’re having a bad time of it. So often, we try to be SuperMom, and I think that’s what I was doing too. Since I wrote that post and let it all hang out there, though, I’ve received the nicest cards, phone calls, and comments, and I’m encouraged, taking steps to get things moving here again. It will be okay.
Don’t worry about me. I’ll get up again. I just was knocked pretty hard this time. It’s been discouraging. But you know that, even if I can’t talk about it. You’re my mom. Thanks for being there for me, even as hard as it must be for you too, to be a mom of someone with cancer. I’m sorry that you have to go through this. Thanks for going through it with me, Mom. I love you.
Happy Mother’s Day 2010.