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Dear Rose, last year I was thinking the same, that each special day would be my last, my birthday, Mother's Day, the birthdays of my husband and children. The I realized that I can't live like that. Not one of us knows the number of our days whether we face a terminal illness or not. For those of us who are, our mortality is very real to us. It is by the grace of God that we wake up each day. I came across a quote, I think it came from one of the message boards that I visit. My oncologist told me something that I will always remember. "You can wake up each morning and worry about dying, or you can wake up each morning and celebrate living. Before you know it, several years may have passed. Do you want to waste that time with mourning or use your time to celebrate?" The last question may sound a little harsh, but we all need a little reminding. I have only been dealing with liver mets since Dec 02 and lung mets that needed treatment since Jan 04 (before they were kept stable by herceptin and when I took a week delay for a trip to Florida last December that turned into 8 weeks between treatments because my sister was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumour and all that allowed my lung mets to take off.) I still wondered as I approached my birthday- would this be the last? But then I rejoiced for the gift of another one and more memories for my family to cherish and I did just fine. Now as Mother's Day is upon us, I will enjoy our usual lunch after church and make it another day to make memories with my family. Yes, it may be my last, your last, my sisters last but we must choose to live our lives always as if it is our last day, healthy or not.
My prayer for you Rose is that despite it all you will have a blessed Mother's Day and rejoice with your family!
Elisabeth
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