A Mom’s Story

When my son was just ten and a half weeks old, I was diagnosed with Hodgkins Disease. One of my main thoughts was “Who is going to raise my child?” Even though my husband was 21 years old, he wasn’t much of a “hands-on” dad and couldn’t stomach baby poop or puke. I knew I had to survive to help my child grow. And grow he did. He is 6 feet tall and will be 50 in September.

P.S. My ‘Cancerversary’ is the Friday before Mother’s Day. That was my last radiation therapy treatment for my first Mother’s Day in May 1970.