The big C

My mom is ok now (knock on wood). I think this is the bottom line. But sadly, about 4 month ago my mom was diagnosed with Cancer. I think I've been avoiding naming this and I understand why people had to find an alternate name for it. The big C. it's like 'he who must not be named'. Just the dread of this is enough to make you think that if you don't call it by its name it's not there. But it was.
Lucky for my mom, and for us (how selfish is that), she had a type of cancer that didn't spread and that responded to treatment well. And now, just a few month later, we are almost over with it. (I'm saying 'we' but most of the strugle was hers obviously. I feel selfish again).
Obviously this comes as a reminder to the fact that our big strong parents are just as fragile as the next guy and that bad things happen to good people too. Really good people.
I'm thinking that although we tried to be there for her, the ones that helped most were the kids. I was asking my dad to pick up my daughter from kindergarten more often so that she would be there to chear my mom up. Of course I didn't tell them that, at the risk of looking selfish (once again). I hope my mom didn't think I was insensitive to her condition, but I believe it worked. I could see her look better after an afternoon of messing around my daughter, getting her candy and treats, and picking up her mess :-)
amazing how kids can lift your spirit. We were unable to.
My mom is ok now, I do think this is the bottom line.