Making Lemonade

So, our Mom has cancer. Breast cancer. You hear of so many who have women in their lives who have it. You hear statistics all the time. But you never know how you will feel when you hear your own Mom say it for herself, "I have cancer."

So we've started this blog--a place for family, friends, and loved ones to read the latest on how our Mom is doing. We hope this will not only be a place to keep you informed, but that it will provide an avenue to leave comments of encouragement to help her along the way. She needs our love and prayers and support during this entire process--and we know how much it will mean to her to have so many rallying for her.

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If you were to ask our Mom what her favorite drink is, she'd probably tell you root beer, but she's got a special little place in her heart for lemonade. As a family, we'd spend long summer days at a special little place in Midway and with each family meal, she'd serve lemonade. You've all heard the old adage, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade." Well heaven knows there's not a better person that represents making something sweet that was once sour--than our Mom.

Mom, we love you, and dedicate this blog to you and to the many lives and life experiences you've made sweeter through your experiences.

When life hands you cancer, make {pink} lemonade.