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This post is off-topic and a week late but here we go.

Four years and seven days ago, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. The news came in the spring of my junior year in high school, right as a frenzy of standardized tests, college visits, and other crazy parts of life kicked off. The next six months were filled with my mother undergoing surgery, recovery, and chemo.

I had gotten my drivers license the day before my mother received the diagnosis, and so she waited until a couple days after to tell me as not to ruin my euphoria of my new found freedom. Funnily enough, it was fortunate that I had gotten it, because I ended up being the one driving her to doctor's and chemo appointments during the summer.

Today, my mother is healthy and cancer-free, and although she's still sporting chemo curls, she's as strong and as beautiful as ever. It's weird not being able to share a cup of tea with her with our cat yowling for attention in the background. It's weird not being able to to call her at any moment when I need advice or someone to talk to. It's weird not teasing her about her hair and having her yell at me when I don't to the dishes. It's weird not to have our normal three-generation breakfast with her and my grandmother. It's weird not walking around the lake near my house and soaking in the beauty with her. It's weird not running errands with her, trading off between driving and navigating. It's bizarre not being home and being able to hug her and tell her how much I love her.

With my grandmother and her, I'm extremely close two incredibly strong women in my life. Between them, they've dealt with tragedy in all forms and yet still manage to have a positive outlook on life, and make instant friends with strangers. If I become even half of a person they are, I will consider it an accomplishment.

Momma, Grandma, I'm so proud of you and miss you both so much.

Love,
Sarah

My mother has a blog about her cancer lessons if you would like to check it out here.