There were times I tried to send her away to get a break. Seeing her sleeping in a hard chair in the ER room while I was stretched out on a bed. Times I felt I was asking too much out of her, without asking.
This picture says so much to me. She found joy in being able to comfort and help me in what could be seen as a horrible time for anyone. Stage 4 cancer takes its prisoner hostage until it sends its executioner Chemotherapy in. Something no parent can take away with a kiss on the forehead.
This picture was one of the many messages I would send to my ohana to let them know where I was at. And where I was at there she was. Smiling in her chair.
January 9th 2018 my mom turned a beautiful 21+. Her selflessness in my time of need taught me that there is no greater love on earth then a mothers love. As I scroll through my pictures and memories stream through I think about the questions people would ask me, “how I did it”… How did I beat Stage 4 Cancer that had spread so aggressively to my lungs and blatter.
God. Faith. Hope. Prayer. Vitamins. Supplements. Soul Food. Ohana Care & Support. Nurse Care. Most importantly, Most of all. My mommy. One of the key ingredients to being victorious over cancer and chemotherapy, my mommy. I don’t know if I’d be in the same place if I were alone in that room. (I don’t want to find out either)