Now come to think of it, she has really been the only one to annoy me with her comments. Everyone else has been very understanding and supportive. My poor mom’s eyes fill up everytime I say the “C” word….she really can’t bring herself to say it. Her father died of lung cancer when I was 12. Although I have stressed that thyroid cancer isn’t even on the same planet as lung cancer, I can understand how this would bring back sad memories for her, and how she would have an exceptional hard time with her daughter having cancer. She does understand that I am going to be okay which is really all that matters. She keeps telling me I’m the strongest person she knows and that she admires me so much. Having my mom tell me that really means the world to me.
A few people have commented that my little angel baby saved my life. I haven’t even thought of that before, but they are absolutely right. My baby truly is an angel, and although it couldn’t have turned out the way I had originally hoped, that baby was a blessing.