Today, my mum will be going through her second of six chemotherapy session, for stage 2 ovarian cancer. Three weeks ago, i was sitting beside her when she went through her first session. She was scared, she was nervous, she was unprepared, but she was also strong. Since that fateful day, she has been coping well. She is still as positive as ever. Even though her hair has started thinning, my sis told me when i called home a few days ago, they managed to turn it into a positive outcome by being playful and making jokes.
At this moment, as i am writing this, my mum should be receiving her second dosage. My heart, mind and soul goes out to her. I pray for her well-being. I pray for her, strength to overcome the side effects that may arise, and love from above.
I love you, mummy, and i miss you too. Take care of yourself, you will be better soon.
Mom's Hands
To the strongest woman I will ever know.
At first glance Mom's hands may seem crippled and meek.
She flinches when you bump them and her grip is quite weak.
But these hands are a reflection of the woman inside,
although burdened with limits, still strong with pride.
When opening a jar seems too great a task,
it's only after great hesitation that she finally asks.
Don't let that mislead you for you must understand.
It's not what they can't do, but rather what they can.
These hands have the strength to raise a family right,
to wipe away every tear and hold you real tight.
They come together each day in prayer,
and whenever you need them, they're always right there.
So if these hands don't appear all that tough,
Remember they're full of tenderness and love
and for me that's enough.
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