I am writing my story, with the help of a daily journal my mom kept, of my time battling Cancer. As a registered nurse, my mom wrote the journal from a medical perspective and not from an emotional one. It was used by her daily to track my progress and to have a quick reference for success or failure of my treatment.
My perspective is of course much different and from a seven to nine year old. Before I begin to forget aspects of this battle we went through together, I better write it down now. I hope it helps explain to my children how this shaped who I am and gives them a new appreciation for their grandma and the kind of mother she was to me.
Everything started in Billings, Montana on the morning of January 12, 1981...
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