I've Lived a Good Life...

I love the phrase "A picture is worth a thousand words". Above you will see two of my favorite pictures of all times.  Thanks to Amazon Prime Photos these memories un-expectantly dropped in my lap over the last couple of days.   My dad was about 11 months into his treatment plan here. That exact moment wasn't capturing a picture of a man with cancer, it was encapsulating the pure joy of a grandpa holding his grand baby. He didn't even know I took the photo...but my daughter obviously did. 😉 My mom's picture shows the crazy close bond that she had with my daughter. They were two peas in a pod and were always caught giving each other a tight squeeze. Just a few days ago, my son (who was 2 when mom passed away) told me that he had a happy dream about Grammy in her yellow rain coat. I thought to myself this morning when I looked at this picture, "Huh, there's that bright and sunny rain coat".  I do believe that life gives you

I was doing so good. I thought I had made it through all the stages of grief and was on to the fun part of remembering the good times and forgetting the bad.  Well, I may have hit a bump in the road due to a combination of circumstances. A friend contacted me with bad news about a family member being diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer, my husband was gone for the weekend, and I was left with my thoughts. That friend asked me a simple question. "After watching your parents go through treatment, do you think it was worth it?" That little question rolled me right back to every painful moment. Pardon the analogy, because I don't mean to be offensive. When you are around people going through cancer treatment you can almost see the cancer on them. It's like looking into a dogs eyes, that is ready to pass on. There spirit is on hold, as the fear of death washes over them. They are not themselves anymore...they are cancer. I answered my friend that day after a ver