“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power.”  Maya Angelou

Today on Mother’s Day, I miss the hurricane that was my mother. I wish she were here to see her grandson graduate with honors from college.  I wish we could sit and talk about our lives as women. I wish she could have been here when I had cancer. And now, nine years later, I wish I could tell her about my work with cancer survivorship and my book.  But, hey, she survived colon cancer and  died in her eighties.  She had what I call, a “good run.”

Today I am especially grateful to be continuing my “good run” as I will see my son graduate from college. I will see the publication of my work. I will get to do a lot of things that other women will not have the good fortune to do.  As I look out at the baseball fields in America today, I see an ocean of pink and am touched.  Yes, I know, I know … there’s a lot of controversy about all the pink and the politics but today all I know is that if pink raises money to find a cure for breast cancer, count me in, I’ll paint myself from head to toe! I would become a pink hurricane …

I am thinking of women who have been lost to all kinds of cancer …

I am thinking of their partners and their children …

I am thinking of their parents and their families …

My heart goes out to those who have lost their mothers to cancer…

Today I want to honor all those mothers who are no longer with us …

I also want to give a shout out to mothers who are currently living with cancer – a big hug to you …

I’m so grateful to still be here … “still crazy after all these years” …