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I read a lot of blogs, and I do write this one, but I have never posted a comment on any of those I read. Today was the exception. As I have mentioned before, I read NPR: My Cancer blog that’s written by Leroy Seivers. I even have a link to it off to the right too. I find pleasure in the way he writes and inspiration in the words. He seems to bring a different perspective to dealing with cancer. Anyway, I could go on and on praising his blog, but I wanted to post on this blog the comment I sent to his, so here you go.....

Leroy, I read every post you make. I have enjoyed and found inspiration in so many of them, but I have never felt the need to post a comment. Your entry today has been an exception. My mother called me on April 10, 2006 to tell me she was "sick", and that she was due to go to John’s Hopkins for tests in a few days. She never told me what was wrong with her, just that she was sick, and that she would know for sure what was wrong after the tests. She told me that she was having so much back pain that she finally had to break down and go to see a doctor. My mother was never one for doctors and now all of a sudden she was getting bombarded by them. Over the next few weeks, and many trips to Maryland from Texas, I don’t ever remember hearing the word cancer, not from the nurses, not from the doctors, not from those visiting her in the hospital. I don’t even remember the hospice nurses saying anything when she was finally allowed to go home. I know she never actually said it to me or around me. It seems like everyone just assumed, or was afraid to say the “c” word. Was it just me; was this the way I witnessed what was happening to my mother? Did people actually say the word and I tuned it out? She died from cancer; I know that, in her pancreas, liver and lungs, on May 5, 2006. Sometimes I think to myself that maybe her death was just my imagination too because everything happened so fast. I hoped for a long time that that was the case. No one ever said the word, maybe she never died. I miss her.
- Andrea Dixon, Houston
Ps, I blog my thoughts on cancer and memories of my mom at http://andreascyclingchronicles.blogspot.com

(If you have a chance, read what he wrote today... My comments above would make more sense. )