I babysat for WhyMommy the afternoon she got her diagnosis. Whereas in her place I would have numbly hidden in the car and sent my husband in to pick up my child, she walked in to get him with the amazing WonderDaddy and chatted. She spoke with bravery and with humor. She said she wanted positivity. She said she was going to beat her cancer because she had to.
I have watched her as she has walked her terrifying path for the past several months with equal grace and courage. I have read her incredible words as she has cried and hurt and educated—and lived.
And as she has beat her cancer back.
And all the while she was doing that? She was parenting her two children in her thoughtful and (yes, WM) patient and loving manner. She was being a partner to her husband. She was being a friend to so many. She participated in playgroups and MOMS Club activities with charm and vigor.
She was being a friend to me.
I hope that I have been able to give her a tiny buttress of support in the past few months. The thing is, in this time when she could have justly focused on herself and her family only, she has remained a huge support to the people who know her as well. I know she has been a tremendous support to me.
I adore you, WhyMommy. I can’t wait to hear about your successful surgery. I can’t wait to hear about your new (boobless) life. I can’t wait to see you walk another path, this one far different than the last. I can’t wait to be there with you.
All day tomorrow I will be thinking of clean margins, WhyMommy. Clean margins for you.