Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has followed my mom Tink’s journey and provided her with hope, inspiration, and encouragement along the way.
On December 10th, heaven gained a beautiful new angel.
I am forever grateful to the overwhelming support and kindness we’ve experienced in this amazing blogosphere.
I never wanted to have to write this post.
And I’m struggling to do so now.
It was the first cloudless, bright sunny day after nearly a week of rain.
It was also the day my mom took her last breath.
Paradoxical as it may sound, it was still a beautiful day.
In a strange way.
Because it meant my mom was no longer in pain.
No longer spending every waking moment in agony.
No more excruciating daily struggles.
No more endless doctor appointments.
No more countless scans and blood work.
No more urgent trips to the hospital.
No more useless pills to try to mask the pain.
She is finally at peace.
Finally free of cancer.
Once and for all.
My heart aches with sadness.
But her suffering is over, and that’s what truly matters.
She is a survivor of war.
A recipient of miracles.
And the strongest, most…
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