LET ME TELL YOU THAT STATEMENT IS NOT TRUE.
Yesterday, the day before that, and the day before that day, you couldn't have told me that we would be smiling and laughing again with this horrific cloud suspended above us. I didn't think it possible. But it is. I chose to write this diary of my mother in the hope that someone, who is in the state of despair that we've been in, will know that there ARE bright days ahead.
The pain lessens, the tears come less frequently, the fog lifts, and yes, it gives way to a beautiful, bright new day.
The beast, the "C" word, is still in the back of my mind and often staring me right in the face, but somehow, it gets easier. You can give credit to whomever it is you believe in, but I'm giving my credit and praise to whom I believe in, God.
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