My mother was very private, but also very social and she would have enjoyed the community of supporters I've been lucky enough to join. She was a great friend who wouldn't hesitate to share her story with others if it helped ease their worries. It saddens me to think she missed an opportunity simply because the era's protocol kept breast cancer in the shadows. She ended up carrying much of her burden alone. To be fair, my father was her staunch ally, but as we who choose to be in the breast cancer blog world know, it's not the same. It's not enough.
It's been nearly eleven years since she died, but every now and then, it feels like yesterday and I find myself suddenly falling into the void she left behind. Knowing the comments left here exist, will no doubt help pull me up.
I'm happy you were able to see her as we remember. She'd like that.