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Mom Linda Easter

Yesterday was my annual mammogram. This day takes on an added importance when you have lost a mother to breast cancer.

The smells of the hospital, sounds of gurneys moving about and the whir of machinery take me back in time. Even eight years after losing my Mother, my five senses pick up and transport me back to uncomfortable memories. I’m a daughter hoping for a few more days with my beloved Mom.

Jean Parvin was a warrior and fought cancer to the end. The hospice staff considered sending her home because Mom had become the longest patient at the center. In my Mother’s world, every day mattered, even at the end when it was time to go. She just couldn’t give up. I admired that about her while still wishing her a peaceful journey.

One time Mom looked at me and said, “I always wanted to live to be 80.” It was the first time she uttered those words aloud. Soon thereafter she added, “But, I know I have drawn the short end of the straw.” She was 77.

From the beginning of her 15-year battle with this vile disease, we had agreed to talk openly with one another. So, we talked together and admonished the oncologist to always be honest with us both. It was a good decision.

I’m not a quitter and Mom wasn’t either. She just ran out of time and ran short of her 80-year age goal.

Yesterday, I sat in the waiting room saying the Lord’s Prayer. I didn’t want special favors; I just wanted to feel Mom’s loving spirit again…just a magic moment with her. That moment arrived when they told me I was clear for another year and I swear I could feel her presence in the room with me.

Thank you Lord Jesus for my Mother who taught me how to live and taught me how to die. I am deeply blessed.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12

It’s a God Thing!

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My workout sessions at the YMCA are a time for me to plug in the head phones and let the sweat flow. It may not sound  glamorous, but I love it.

Last night, a sweet older lady using a walker called out to me as I finished my workout. She wanted me to know how much she enjoyed watching me on the treadmill because I looked so happy and peaceful.

Her few kind words meant more to me than I can adequately describe.

For a moment, I would have sworn it was my Mother talking to me. It was just the kind of encouragement that my Mom would give to me when she was alive. I was honestly awestruck. It’s a God thing when these momentary gifts are given to us as a  remembrance of loved ones gone to glory.

It was an unusual thing to say to say to a complete stranger but I thanked her for her encouraging words and then I thanked Jesus for my precious Mom who I miss daily.

Another day, another mammogram

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Today was my annual mammogram that all ladies love to hate.

Having lost my Mother to breast cancer, it is important to follow through and have this important exam each year.

I would be lying if I said this is not stressful and nerve-wracking. I had to watch my Mom’s courageous battle for fifteen years and while we were blessed to have the extra days…it was also an experience I do not wish to re-live.

So this morning when I opened my email there was my daily Bible verse shown above and I was grateful. It was almost like my Mom was still there for me and reminding me that all was well.

The hurt of losing her will never go away. I never take my health for granted. I’m grateful for the loving arms of our sweet Jesus who reminds us every day that he will restore our health, either in this life or the next.

Praise him from whom all blessings flow. 

Until next year…

 

Mother’s Day

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I have to admit something to you. I don’t really like Mother’s Day.

I know that may seem somewhat controversial since I am the loving mother to three girls. But, let me explain. I waited eight years into my marriage to have children and it was only after my first daughter was born that I realized every day henceforth was going to be Mother’s Day for me.

My three girls gave me a new perspective on life. I have always believed that I was lucky, but after my children were born, I knew I was lucky. Those feelings remain to this day. I also know that it is easy to become a Mom but it is not so easy to be a really good Mom.

The nicest compliment I ever received was when my own mother told me what a great job I was doing raising my daughters. I knew the compliment was sincere because it came from someone who truly understood what being a great mother was all about. High praise indeed.

I don’t need gifts, flowers, or chocolates… God has already blessed me with more than I can ever repay. Their names are Taylor, Tori, and jj.

I am happy on this Mother’s Day and I am happy every day. My precious girls. My precious God.

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How happy is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in His ways! You will surely eat what your hands have worked for. You will be happy, and it will go well for you…May the Lord bless you from Zion, so that you will see the prosperity of Jerusalem  all the days of your life, and will see your children’s children. ~Psalms 128:1-2, 5-6