Triumph isn’t always what you think

18 years...

18 long years....

She battled the most unforgiving disease for 18 long years!

She spent years of her life battling and fighting that one ugly word... CANCER.

Cancer that kept coming back,

cancer that wouldn’t let her live her life.

Cancer that eventually took her away from those that loved her.

No one can hate 6 little letters more than she had a right to:

sickness, loss of hair, scars covering her body, loss of energy, and loss of the way she wanted to live- cancer did this!

Yet despite all of this sickness she still won- she would triumph!

She would beat it, each time!

She would get up each day and fight.

Each time she was knocked down- she got up!

A fighter she became!

She would cook, clean, drive herself to chemo and never miss her daughter’s basketball game.

She didn’t miss a beat when cancer was trying so hard to take it from her.

She set goals to help her continue to triumph over cancer.

She saw her beautiful first-born daughter get married,

And then saw the first family member ever graduate from college- her second born daughter.

And then...

she didn’t have time to set her next goals.

Cancer would triumph...

But not before she left us all so much:

she left her love,

her grit,

her humor,

her sarcasm,

her strength,

her beauty,

and her fight!

In my eyes she will always triumph!

In my dreams she is cancer free and not fighting anymore!

She is free to live and awaits the day to see us and hold us all in her arms.

Again she will triumph!