"A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be your best friend"
Being 21 years old and experiencing cancer through my mother's shadow at 18, allowed me to discover outlets in life I never imaged I would.
Never would I have thought my beautiful mom would be diagnosed with cancer. It is easy to take advantage of how gracious, pure and loving a mother whole-heartily is. And my mom, is oh so much more. She is full of absolute life and soul. Her being is embedded with stories, motherly instincts and the rawest forms of compassion. Her nature shines naturally as a mom.
Cancer is a scary word that knit-picks the strongest individuals to take part in the journey and because of cancer, I discovered that this life is a gift that must be lived with no restrictions.
I thank a greater power above for allowing my mom to be a survivor of her diagnosis to Breast Cancer, and “beating” it. I quote this because one doesn’t “beat” cancer, one overcomes ‘it’. You overcome the psychological barriers, the physical treatments and the adjustment of the lifestyle it brings upon you and your family. This alone is an enormous strength.
Everything that was, made us everything we are.
Being a daughter of a beautiful woman, going through cancer, is powerful, at any age.
Any female can become a mother, but it takes a strong one to be devoted to motherhood. Cancer does just that, it tries to take away devotion and allows dependency to spin.
The standard of “beauty”, the standard of “health”, the standard of “religion”, all plays a particular role in this spiral. Our thoughts, our feelings, our absolute everything can be drained yet garnished with lovely positivity to heal the brokenness we somehow feel within.
2 years: 2 years of conditioning, 2 years of finding new strengths, 2 years of realization. Battling cancer was the best and the worst thing that could happen in our family.
Knowing my mother was already a one-of-a-kind woman, really made me appreciate her will-power she carried within her not only during cancer but her entire life.
It takes mindfulness, patience and prayer. My mom. My beautiful creator. Your battle was my battle. Your strength is my strength. I always saw the beauty you displayed on the outside, but cancer made me truly feel the beauty within you that you have on the inside, which means the most.
I thank God for allowing me to feel your strength on a different level.
