She stared at the plate set before her. It was the weirdest conglomeration of food she’d ever seen. The blank look on Kate’s face must have elicited the response of giggles from her husband. He had done this on purpose, but she really would never know. The kids were to have chosen the meal for Mother’s Day breakfast, but little did Kate know that her darling husband, Ryan had assisted them in the choosing. The girls were elated to have made mommy breakfast in bed.
As she choked down chocolate cake, scrambled eggs, some fruit salad consisting of strawberries and bananas, and some leftover pork chop from the night before with peach compote, Kate thought of how lucky she was to have such a beautiful family. She relished the thought of this happening every year, but knew this may be the last year. She had been diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer and had just undergone her bilateral mastectomy 2 weeks before. She couldn’t think of her little girls growing up without her. She had a will to live that was fiercely strong.
Her girls, Ella, aged 4 and Emma, aged 2, were her life. She was so blessed to have them as well as having the most loving and supportive husband. Ryan worked so hard so she could stay at home with the girls. How had she not felt the lump? Why did she stop doing the stupid monthly self breast exams?
Tomorrow she would start the radiation and next week her chemo would begin. She knew how sick she would be from both. She didn’t like to think about it, but she did think about it. Of course she thought about it. She was normal, for God’s sake. And she prayed every day. She prayed for healing. She wasn’t sure how her girls were going to handle all this change. She looked up at her husband. Now it was his face that was blank.
“Honey, what’s the matter?” she asked him gently reaching for his hand.
“It’s just that I could tell by looking at your lovely face what you were thinking about. You are so beautiful. I want you to know that I will always love you. I will always be here for you and we will get through this. I love you, honey. I love you with all my heart. I know that you are scared and I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t, but honestly, you’re going to make it.”
“Thank you,” was all she could manage to say between the tears streaming down her face. The blank look was gone between both of them. There love had lasted through these last 20 years of high school, college and the rest. Their’s was a love that would stand the test of time. If time was what God and medicine would give them.