My Mom is NOT a loser.

I sit down to write on this blog and the other one I have pretty often. I rarely hit publish. So that's where I've been. Somewhere between sharing and not sharing, I'm in draft mode. I think I'll hit publish on this one. 

My Mom is NOT a loser.

I came across this article yesterday and immediately sent it to Mom. When someone has cancer everyone wants to talk about their 'fight'. I'm sure I've used the analogy on this very blog. I'm sure I've referred to her as a fighter or a warrior. That was before I knew. 

My Mom is NOT a loser. 

When someone has cancer, and you apply that analogy what happens if they don't 'win their battle'? Because my Mom isn't going to 'win' her 'battle'. Despite multiple surgeries and chemo after chemo after chemo, the cancer is still there. Growing. It's not going to take her today, or tomorrow, but it will take her from us. So does that mean the cancer wins and my Mom loses? That's where the analogy goes terribly wrong. That, my friends, is bull shit.

My Mom is NOT a loser. 

My mom has done every thing in her power to rid her body of this beast. She has researched literally to the end of the internet. She has asked the hard questions to doctors and nurses all over the country, the world even. She has made countless charts to stick on the walls of exam rooms to make sure those doctors and nurses knew she wasn't messing around. She has questioned medical professionals and probably God herself.  She has beat the odds 7 times over. 

My Mom is NOT a loser. Nor is anyone else who succumbs to this horrible disease. The more you know, right?

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