The last week of March marked the second anniversary of the completion of the chemo treatments recommended to my mom by her surgical and medical oncologist to treat her colon cancer.
While photos and videos of mom ringing the bell are a source of pride for us, a reminder of our hope that she never has a recurrence, they ushered forth a wave of memories for me, both good and bad, with one in particular how alone I felt after finding our her diagnosis in October 2022 and through her chemo sessions that took place the first three months of 2023.
I want to stress that I wasn’t, in reality, alone at the time. I had my sisters, friends and neighbors, mom’s incredible medical team, and, of course, God, the latter of whom I have leaned on a lot over the years, especially the last three or so.
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With that in mind, one might think, “How…
