Here we go

We found out about Mom's cancer a couple of weeks ago. She's in the early stages of breast cancer. You see, my grandmother had breast cancer. Ma's close care has certainly saved her life. It's been almost like a snowball rolling down a hill since then. Time goes by faster and the situation becomes bigger. Today is a week from the day my Ma is scheduled to have a bi-lateral mastectomy. We're all worried, but no one will admit it except Mom. She's hitting this thing head on and never looking back. That's much braver than I would ever be.
Above all, I realize our mortality, how much faith matters, and just exactly how strong the women of my family are. I am one of them and it is my sincere effort to be just like Ma: Strong and unafraid to admit to being afraid.

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Daisies

Daisies are my favorite flower. Their color and shape is so simple and still so classic and beautiful. The flower closes at night and opens again in the morning. It is actually made up of a bunch of little flowers. Each white pedal and each yellow middle is considered it's own flower and they all work together as a unit. That last thing I love about daisies is that no matter how many times you mow them down they keep growing. This is my flower.