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Mom's Cancer Lessons Continue


My mother was loving to all.

She taught her children well. 
  • How to laugh, even when raising a mere smile seems impossible. 
  • How to celebrate the smallest of victories as it is a positive step forward. 
  • How to remain curious for learning never ceases.

Her living with cancer is a lesson both my late brother and I benefited from although she would have hated having had us put through it.
  • The occasional vent is fine, but a constant whine is not.
  • Continue to do for others.
  • Never give up hope.
  • Focus on even the tiniest wonders of nature and respect it.

Her valiant battle ended 26 years ago this year. 

Luckily, her lessons continue thriving.

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