I lost my wonderful beautiful mom 8months ago to sclc. She was dx on Aug. 11, 2006 - the day that changed my life forever. She lived for 14 months. She made it possible for me and the rest of our family to go on. Never once did she feel sorry for herself - she accepted her cross graciously. She lost her father to the same disease when he was her age. Her strong faith is what got all of us through this dreadful and excruciatingly painful experience.
I was so close to her. Next to my husband she was the first person I told everything to. (sometimes I told her before I told my husband!) She was my cheerleader, my mentor, my disciplinarian, my adviser ... Not an hour goes by with me not thinking about her. It is so hard to believe that I will never see her or hear her words. She knew everything about my kids and always wanted to know everything! Even the crazy little nothings that no one else cares about. When they do something cute or silly or wonderful I always tell her in my heart. I have to believe that she is still with me and my family in our hearts and our minds - I feel her presence - I talk to her. I wear her jewelry (which she loved) and this makes me feel closer somehow. I know she is in heaven and she is the one much better off than the rest of us but that doesn't take away the emptiness and loneliness and painfulness that I feel at all times.
I wish that there would be a support group for young women that lose their young mothers.
My heart goes out to all of you that wrote in and responded with similar stories - I feel that we are so connected.
My faith has kept me going,
You are all in my prayers,
tracyg