My mother adopted me 44 years ago when I was 2days old. I am so glad she did. She was the most loving mother a person could have asked for and I would have chosen her for myself, had it been my choice! In 1982 my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and had her left breast removed she fought a courageous battle and seemed to be winning until 1992 when doctors told her the cancer had returned to her right breast. Again the battle was a hard one but she fought. Then in October of 1994 we learned that the cancer had metastasized to her lung there would be another battle but this time the outcome would be much different. My mother lost her battle with breast cancer on February 21, 1995 at the age of 63. I remember those days before she died asking GOD “Please don’t take her away from me, what will I do without her”. I am comforted to know that she is in a better place and no longer in pain and that someday I will be with her. It doesn’t take away the ache or the longing to pick up the phone and call her and hear her say “Hey chocolate drop”. As a teenager, I recall times I would roll my eyes at something she did or said and say “I hope I never do that”! Now every time I do or say something that reminds me of something she did or said I chuckle and remember her with a smile because now I’m proud of every piece of me that is like her.
