My Beautiful Mother

From Left: cousins Ethan & Ellie, Myself, my Mother at Christmas
Over the weekend, my mother was admitted to the University of Nebraska Medical Center, a place with which my family is all too familiar. Her latest hospital stay comes as a result of a lung infection. In 2013, she fought with Leukemia and won. Ever since, she's battled with other ailments that have been caused in one way or another by the cancer.

Every time something comes up, I can't help but think the worst. It never is, but my fragile mind always escalates everything to a 10. My mom is my rock. I don't know how I could go on without her. But I know I will. I'll have to. I imagine it'll involve a lot of tears. But at what point should the tears stop? There have been many tearful occasions over the last four years, but at some time they have to stop, right?

Life will be very different when she's gone. I hope that isn't for a while, but I want to be ready when the time ultimately comes. Together, we've fought tough battles and cried many tears. The time for hurting is over. The time for healing is now.

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