I did it again. I went down the rabbit hole of memories from two years ago. It’s hard not to when life and death are balanced in such a precarious way. 2022 was an eventful one. My stem cell transplant was on March 31 that year. My mother died fourteen days later. I know I’ve said 13 days in previous pieces, but I was wrong. I noticed this while reading my journal entries from that time.
Karen, you have been an exceptional and brave warrior and I pray that you will never need that kind of strength again.
I hope your dream comforts you for all the years to come.
Thank you my friend. I believe we all have a warrior inside for when you need it.
Thank you for sharing all that you do .. your dream seemed real.. it’s a beautiful picture of you and your mom ❤️
Thanks