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Just over three years ago I remember writing in my nerdy equivalent of a journal (cloud-based, iOS-optimized notepad) about my mom’s battle with cancer. It was the first serious illness in my immediate family I was old enough to comprehend, and felt compelled to document my thoughts and emotions.
My mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer a couple months prior, and at the time of my writing, was well in to her radiation treatment regime. It was a crazy time. I just remember how the radiation had made her unimaginably weak. My ice hockey-playing, dragon boat-racing, four boy-raising mother was changing physically.
It wasn’t until I was sitting with her one night, at the side of her bed giving her a hand massage, that I realized just how real of an impact the treatments were having on her. Read the Post Dear cancer patient supporter,