Seasons of Our Life

Spring is officially here. Mom is still here. I remember when she first was diagnosed and got sick the leaves were starting to turn red and brown. One day I looked at the big tree in her backyard and thought of a story I had once heard.

It was about a little boy who had a very sick sister. The little boy was very young, about 4-years-old, and his mother didn't know how to tell him his sister was going to die. The doctor explained to the boy that she would be gone when all of the leaves fell off of the big tree in the yard. Time passed and his sister got worse. The leaves on the tree started to turn yellow, then brown. One day he saw the leaves falling. He grabbed a roll of tape and climbed the tree and started taping them back on the branches.

You know how it ends.

Anyway, I thought mom would be gone when all of the leaves fell off the tree in the backyard. I watched them turn brown and fall off. She has had a few close calls. But Spring is here, and so is she.

As the flowers bloom, she fades, but slowly. She is getting weaker, but can still do things on her own around the house.

I have heard people lasting a long time, years, with this kind of cancer, even though the doctor gave them only months to live.

Maybe she will be around to see the leaves fall one more time.