Mom and me, circa 1957 |
Dear Mom:
Today your cancer doctors are putting a scope down your throat to see whether the esophageal cancer has shrunk since they last looked. After four rounds of chemotherapy and weeks of radiation, we are all hoping for some good news.
Your strong will to live has helped you survive lung cancer for more than a decade. Whatever they see with their scope today, they can never underestimate your determination to stick around this earth. Keep fighting, Mom.
You recently celebrated your 79th birthday, and I found the perfect card to send to you: an old postcard depicting the New York Public Library. We were both born in New York, and I remember visiting that venerable building with the twin stone lions out front. We've always had such fun together, and that has never stopped.
So I'll keep it short and sweet today, and just say LYMI (love ya mean it), Mom.
Your strong will to live has helped you survive lung cancer for more than a decade. Whatever they see with their scope today, they can never underestimate your determination to stick around this earth. Keep fighting, Mom.
You recently celebrated your 79th birthday, and I found the perfect card to send to you: an old postcard depicting the New York Public Library. We were both born in New York, and I remember visiting that venerable building with the twin stone lions out front. We've always had such fun together, and that has never stopped.
So I'll keep it short and sweet today, and just say LYMI (love ya mean it), Mom.
Laurie
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