In the winter of my 40th year, I received a cancer diagnosis that required major surgery. I packed my hospital bag and kissed my spouse, toddler and baby goodbye. While there, a Canadian storm pelted the area with every precipitation possible. The roads were treacherous, but my mother waltzed in as if by magic. She made a bed out of a hard bench and called it her spot. I missed my children, but I needed my mom, and there she was. Thank you, mom, for carrying me through the winter storm to spring: I am healing as the flowers bloom. — Anne-Marie Linnen
Real Life of an MSW 
This is beautiful. I was in Korea, 1993, when I was I was first diagnosed cervical cancer. All by myself. The parent that helped me through from a distance was my dad! He’d send me every article he could find on cancer from Chicago. In his head he blamed everything on the Army b/c in his heart he felt that his daughter had no right in a “White Man’s Army!” I miss him dearly! You only get one!
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I love that your dad supported you through your diagnosis. May you always cherish the memories that you shared with him…
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