We hate Cancer. We hate it an awful lot. We could go on like for 100 pages as to why we hate Cancer, and all the negative, awful things it does to a family. We. Could. But. We. Are. Not.
Instead we want to share something personal with our friends.
Most of you know our grandma has cancer, and she is fighting a good strong fight. It is uphill at times, but she is just like that little train, who just kept trying and trying and finally reach's the top. That is our grandma. We never told her we are comparing her to a train though, cos we fink she would rather be compared to a rose, or something pretty.
Our grandma has three daughters. They are very much alike, and they are also very much different. Somewhere along the road twenty years ago-- different became more important than alike, and one of them left. So then there were two daughters. Left. Mom though mostly helped with grandma and grandpa, sometimes it was hard, and she felt like three was really one. Hard.
Somehow though through this whole Cancer business one started to become two and two started to become three. Last Saturday all three of grandma's daughters spent the afternoon with her and grandpa taking funny pictures and telling funny stories about when they were all little girls.
Later grandma said it was the best day of her life, to have all three of her girls together.............I think evil Cancer gave her that gift. Apparently, Cancer is so powerful it can rip hearts in pieces, AND it can heal them back again. Cancer makes you look at the little things that are really big......and the other stuff just ends up in the trash.
Three is stronger than one.
Stella Rose's Momma