My mom is the strongest, most amazing woman I know. She endured hours of surgery yesterday (masectomy, if you couldn't guess by the title) and still managed to call last night to let us know she was doing well and feeling good. She was even cracking jokes and asking for more pics of the grandkids so she could check them out online.
I hope I am even half as strong a woman as she is when I'm old enough to be known as "Grandma".
Two battles down, one more to go.
A special thanks also goes out to "Nurse Grandpa", who has been taking good care of our VIP patient.
