My dad took this of me and my sisters
who gathered around my mom
who is doing an amazing job
fighting disease with
chemo and giving
cancer a nice
Here is my mama at one of her
wig fittings...since none of us cares for the word wig,
we call it her weave.
Her beautiful hair is gone now,
and this is alllllll weave
My dad caters to her every need
in such a gentle, compassionate manner.
Both of my parents are ministers/shepherds/counselors,
and as they embrace this new obstacle,
they are inspiring countless others
along the way.
This was a fun place we had lunch in Scottsdale
called Modern Steak, and the decor made
for some cool photos.
My baby sister's varying shades of hot pink
are permanent color...thinking maybe my
brother should adopt this look as well.
Loved this lacy art piece near the bar area.
And the bathroom was gorgeous.
Yes. We hung out in the bathroom.
My mom's oncologist suggested she make
the shearing of her hair a party, and though
there was at first grief and tears, it became
a joyful celebration of a new chapter.
This is another one of mom's weaves.
(You'd love her in the Jane Fonda.)
I loved helping my mom look and feel
pretty each day by doing her makeup,
preparing healthy delicious snacks,
and engaging her in sometimes nutty
conversations, sometimes deep
Cancer can steal so many things.
But it cannot steal our love.
And so much more.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart
for holding my family in your thoughts
and prayers and for all the birthday wishes.
Read about my BRCA journey here.
Peace to you right where you are.
*totally stole this from the witty Lynne Knowlton!