Dealing with Cancer....two years later.
DISCLAIMER: While the majority of the posts on my blog the past two years have been for grad school assignments, I felt the need to post today. These are my thoughts and feelings, as I typed them randomly this morning. I am in no way trying to offend anyone, quite the opposite really, I am trying to heal as best I can. AS most of you know, my mother has been fighting cancer for two years. The ups and downs, my own insecurities, and my worry and love for both of my sisters is what led me to write the following. Please remember that I LOVE my family with all my heart and this in no way is trying to assign blame, call anyone out, or start a war. It is just my own personal raw feelings, and I am sure that my sister's have their own raw feelings as well. June 2012. The month and year that my, up-until-now fairly safe, life changed. That was when my mother, Patricia Jane Bell Davis, was diagnosed with one of the worst types of ca...