For 16 years, my mother battled through four bouts of breast cancer and cancer of the chest wall. She died from leukemia in 2008. Throughout those years, she never once asked, “why me?” Instead, she was heard to say she was glad she did not have a worse form of cancer. In her spare time, she conducted what she called her “card ministry,” frequently sending “get well” and “thinking of you” cards to others who were ill.
My mother’s motto was, “From the time that you’re born till you ride in the hearse, there’s nothing that happens that couldn’t be worse.” Her optimism has kept me going on many occasions, and it’s just one of the reasons she’s my hero!